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Blurty for Drusilla.
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| Friday, November 7th, 2014 |
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| Thursday, May 29th, 2003 |
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Incy Wincy Spider climbed up the water spout Down came the rain and washed poor spider out And I stamped and I stamped Until the spider died And Incy Wincy Spider will never be seen again. ::giggles:: |
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| Wednesday, May 7th, 2003 |
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| ::giggles:: The pretty girls are dancing and losing their heads and the stars are screaming screaming to be put out. | ||
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| Sunday, April 27th, 2003 |
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::plays with a dead little girl's pigtails:: I think she's all worned out... I wanted a new dolly to play with...but now perhaps she is broken... ::giggles:: |
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| Sunday, March 30th, 2003 |
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::licks lips:: Slugs and snails and puppy dogs tails.... that's what little boys are made of... but they taste so yummy when I rip out their throats. ::giggles:: |
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| Saturday, March 22nd, 2003 |
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::stalks dust motes:: ::swipes at them:: oooooh. I went away and played run and catch with all the little children. The little tykes are so tasty tasty. ::sways:: So warm and yummy in my tummy. ::growls gently:: ::giggles maniacally:: |
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| Sunday, March 2nd, 2003 |
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The flowers are all dead. Should I chop off their heads, darling? But my little darling is nowhere to be found. ::pouts:: |
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| Wednesday, February 19th, 2003 |
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::pouts:: My little kitty ran away... ...I found her guts on the Valentine tree. |
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| Tuesday, January 28th, 2003 |
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| Oooooh The Stars Are Burning...such pretty fire...I like watching them burning. | ||
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| Saturday, January 25th, 2003 |
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| All the pretty stars are calling...I shall snuff them out one by one. | ||
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Blurty for Drusilla.
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melancholy.
naughty.