"Hold your light, eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step by inch by loaded memory. I'll move to heal As soon as pain allows so we can Reunite and both move on together. Hold your light, eleven. Lead me through each gentle step by step By inch by loaded memory 'till one and one are one, eleven, So glow, child, glow. I'm heading back home"
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'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment. `Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!' - "Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."
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'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment. `Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!' - "Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."
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'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly. The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment. `Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!' - "Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."
Although `DEVlANT joined our community only a year ago, he's made sure to make his mark in as many ways as possible. From extensive bug testing around the site, to heading up the now infamous #devBUG Group, Martin's always eager to get involved. His inquisitive mind and enthusiastic personality is reflected in every part of the community which he reaches out to. Always eager to bring suggestions and feedback to us in a positive way, `DEVlANT shows a maturity way beyond his years. It's with great pleasure that we award very first Deviousness of 2010 t... Read More
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'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment.
`Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!'
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"Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."
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'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment.
`Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!'
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"Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."
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'Is that vodka?' Margarita asked weakly.
The cat jumped up on his chair in resentment.
`Good heavens, Queen,' he croaked, 'would I allow myself to pour vodka for a lady? It's pure alcohol!'
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"Thankee-sai, long days, kiss my ass and go to heaven."
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My Gallery: [link]
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