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    Thursday, January 22, 2009

    The Blackness of The Night.

    Entombed, encased and enclosed. Bask in the the throes of encapsulated tombs. Blackness envelops the cold and damp air, the temperature is wraught with contemp and fear. Tensions are taught with terrors of night, names become claims to envy and blight.

    Bombed by The Black Rider at 8:10 PM

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