The lure of PanThe music of his pipes that sounds more like the screams of tortured souls the more you hear and the closer you get; the tempting aroma of his skin that smells more like a putrid cow fat and bloated from drowning and bulbous with maggots the closer you get; the pull of the glamour; the promise of the glory and the freedom; the lies and the lies and the LIES AND THE LIES.
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boris the spider,
Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:26,
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I don't remember that on the estate agent's websiteBut I'll take your word for it.
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wuffle, the b3ta bunny 's flea collar isn't working on,
Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:31,
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That's the glamour of the horned goatIt puts a shroud over your mind and your memory and you know only what he wants you to know and remember what he chooses you to remember.
( boris the spider,
Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:33,
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Yeah.I heard that about estate agents. Now I know it's true.
( wuffle, the b3ta bunny 's flea collar isn't working on,
Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:39,
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But try and keep it clear in your mindin the dark of the hours before dawn and the music of the pipes drifts in on the sour night breeze.
( boris the spider,
Wed 18 Nov 2009, 22:40,
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