

The Grand-DameI do not know her, but I wish I had.The Grand-Dame
I watch her from across the dingy old café in the heart of the city. She sits with her back against the window, staring into her hour-old cup of coffee, her eyes asking it questions she will never receive answers to. I feel her heart slowly thumping against her old bones, her life-force slowly ebbing away as her will begins to leave her in old age. The hope she once had that her lover would return and save her from this existence, is strangely absent, and she has submitted herself to the perils of Time and of age.
Her antique jewels glisten in the
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~Dani~
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Beati Omnipotensque Angeli Christi
I want you and the kids to go hide in this orange while I make a lamp post out of cinnamon buns to buy us time
Visit my gallery
That would make me cooler than you, no
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we are scientists, the macabees, russel brand and the zutons and you're not.
and i'm going to assasinate muse in manchester so they never make it to bimingham or wherever you're seeing them
*rubs hands together and laughs maniacally in Bond villain stylee*
mwahahahahahhaahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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