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Posted by ill on November 30, 2008, 1:48 am, in reply to "you're lucky I posted this before"
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ill THOUGHTS; ill WORDS;
Cool.
If Ill were any stallion but the stallion Ill is – hehe, have fun with that concept – then he would be quite uprooted by the sudden clarity that shone on Marshall’s face. But, you see, Ill is Ill. And he is quite familiar with odd happenings. What’s more, it was almost as if he expected Marshall to read his mind in the first place, and not waste precious time with the whole ‘why are you looking at me funny’ business.
Naturally, of course, the conscious Ill had no idea what just happened, but he assumes it is nothing life threatening – damn – and merely goes on with the conversation. Although honestly, life threatening is so much more amazing to him, given that Ill has premise and power over the object of death. He is, after all, our living dead, our insanity. He’s Ill!
You must think I’m sugar high.
‘Ah.’
It was all the stallion would afford to this other – Marshall – for the moment. He simply stood there, eying the still-wet mane and the fin that no longer existed. Stranger happenings were feasible I suppose. But Ill was ignoring that part of the whole business. Instead, he suddenly saw his new acquaintance as a valuable source of information.
‘Indeed, no, I have not. A week, perhaps a little more.’ His right eye spun happily, ignoring everything but its own whim. ‘I have yet to choose my element as it is. Let alone experience these “supers” of which you speak.’
Poor Ill.
ill DEEDS;
4 years
something
white
QUEENofHEARTS
xkhx morphine
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