• Metamorphosis (Part 1)

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Tuesday, May 4, 2004 19:12:20

  The seduction of power, the yearning of lust, the twitchings of desire:  These infuse life with the worthiness of living.

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• Happy (Belated) Birthday ThatGirl

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Tuesday, May 4, 2004 19:13:01

  ThatGirl (of Orgy fame) had her birthday this past Sunday, May 2.

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• This Page Is Intentionally Left Blank

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Tuesday, May 4, 2004 19:14:50

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• Suicide

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Tuesday, May 4, 2004 19:15:26

  I saw the news at it hit the wire; but I had no comments, no words jumping to mind.

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• Marathon

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Wednesday, May 5, 2004 07:18:31

  You have been neglected for too long.  I must feed you, caress you, weave webs of words over your minds to excite your souls and titillate your bodies.

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• Warning

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Wednesday, May 5, 2004 08:39:10

  Never call me up unless you're game for phone sex.

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• Salacious Etymology

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Wednesday, May 5, 2004 09:07:17

  The word “whore” might be used in wordplay as a term of endearment and affection.

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• Metamorphosis (Part 2)

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Wednesday, May 5, 2004 21:29:01

  Dark secrets and bright truths are hidden within simple and instinctual processes; Nature's own codebook passes messages by touch and taste at many levels.

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• Redemption

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Friday, May 21, 2004 18:29:01

  Commanding and unafraid in the night, she came in power as a goddess revealing herself in the shadows of her kingdom.  “Our lady of hope,” I murmured, “our lady of redemption.”

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• Hell Absconds

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Wednesday, May 26, 2004 11:07:44

  The Fifth Circle of Hell is no more; Kaii has closed up shop and moved on to less wanton pastures.

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• Metamorphosis (Part 3)

  Filed by Jonathan Quince
  Thursday, May 27, 2004 23:36:16

  Goosebumps rise on perfect, smooth skin as a sudden bracing chill of fresh, dewy midnight air runs over her soft curves.  Her nipples stand at attention to the irriguous breeze as a sudden wetness flows betwixt her legs.

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