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Aug 7, 2018 7:44:43 GMT -8
Caajscot (John)
Life goes on
3,578
April 2015
caajscot
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Post by Caajscot (John) on Mar 22, 2019 4:14:23 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands...
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167048
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May 6, 2024 1:55:42 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,122
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Mar 22, 2019 5:11:52 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but...
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149117
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May 10, 2024 9:20:07 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,539
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Mar 22, 2019 5:23:42 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the
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guest@proboards.com
236123
0
May 12, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
Former Member
0
January 1970
Former Member
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Post by Former Member on Mar 23, 2019 18:29:28 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer
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220390
0
Aug 7, 2018 7:44:43 GMT -8
Caajscot (John)
Life goes on
3,578
April 2015
caajscot
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Post by Caajscot (John) on Mar 24, 2019 1:23:24 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was...
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149117
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May 10, 2024 9:20:07 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,539
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Mar 24, 2019 9:17:07 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set.
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167048
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May 6, 2024 1:55:42 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,122
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Mar 25, 2019 4:08:47 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation...
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149117
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May 10, 2024 9:20:07 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,539
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Mar 25, 2019 5:34:53 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of...
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Former Member
inherit
guest@proboards.com
236123
0
May 12, 2024 3:57:53 GMT -8
Former Member
0
January 1970
Former Member
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Post by Former Member on Mar 29, 2019 16:36:30 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something
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167048
0
May 6, 2024 1:55:42 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,122
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Mar 29, 2019 22:59:45 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something twisted
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149117
0
May 10, 2024 9:20:07 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,539
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Mar 30, 2019 8:46:52 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something twisted up
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220390
0
Aug 7, 2018 7:44:43 GMT -8
Caajscot (John)
Life goes on
3,578
April 2015
caajscot
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Post by Caajscot (John) on Mar 31, 2019 7:05:55 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something twisted up and...
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149117
0
May 10, 2024 9:20:07 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,539
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Apr 1, 2019 4:06:32 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something twisted up and around...
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167048
0
May 6, 2024 1:55:42 GMT -8
Nixeon
Active Rper on The Shula Region
3,122
May 2011
nixnight
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Post by Nixeon on Apr 1, 2019 22:12:43 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something twisted up and around the...
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inherit
149117
0
May 10, 2024 9:20:07 GMT -8
Pearson
"a picture is worth a thousand words, a moving picture is worth a million words" Pearson
6,539
November 2009
pearson
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Post by Pearson on Apr 2, 2019 5:38:56 GMT -8
There once burned a purple flame underneath the caves, and its kinky flame thrower twisted and flared upward, only suddenly did the flame choose what it was once upon us.
And it was then that the flame burned brightly in the field of clover of a green field with full blossoms of real wildflowers and birds, only the gifted could see shadows of mystery, but then I burned my final torch for the last time, which was dying.
I turned and there, behind me there stood a big waver of puppies barking and running with wooden sticks to poke their master's butts and shock them while they were watching some gremlins, but shadows were forming a dark corner.
In the ground below me was a big yellow flower and charred, black logs smouldering in ashes and rolling along the field suddenly coming to a stop.
Fifteen feet below the flower, water was twisting down the pipe heading toward a lake filled with blue gourami's feeding on flaked fish spiced something hot.
Then the fish swam over blue waters for time-saving because clocks were broken apart from their hands but the timer was set. Creation of something twisted up and around the broken...
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