Saturday, March 6, 2004
Ariala by moonlight
I placed my hands over her eyes and the first thing she felt was the butter softness of my gloves as they caressed her tender flesh. She insisted that she could not share feelings for me. I smiled my inward smile and looked not at her form but her aura. When I am in doubt I resort to the eldritch...
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Pursuing Happiness through Hell
We are drifting back in time. Listening to our hearts desire, we keep in mind-a place that knows no boundaries. Its simplicity that proved to be the biggest obstacle to personal happiness. How do you know when you are happy? Today, we take a brief and discrete look at the troublesome notion of...
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