[braanndonn]

@Sapient: I guess.

[-sapient_dreams-]

Dixie Nhormus or Bee Ying Khum Dahn would suffice.
Or Michelle Hunt.
You could call her Mike as a pet name.
But no Jumbayala Cox.

[bleucheeseman]

Or a combination of our names.

Maurack.

Jackaura.

[-sapient_dreams-]

@Brandon: OO
Yeah.
"She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink. She said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink." It smelled like turpuntine and looked like India ink, so I pinched my nose and closed my eyes. I took a drink."

[-sapient_dreams-]

Jackaura sounds a bit better than Maurack.
Maurack sounds like something involved in the baby-making.
OO
Iunno.

[bleucheeseman]

-sapient_dreams- wrote: Jackaura sounds a bit better than Maurack. Maurack sounds like something involved in the baby-making. OO Iunno.

I'm going to Maurack you so gewd, bby.

[braanndonn]

-sapient_dreams- wrote: @Brandon: OO Yeah. "She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink. She said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink." It smelled like turpuntine and looked like India ink, so I pinched my nose and closed my eyes. I took a drink."

Lol this is the sort of Poetry i'm into...

The container of my soul was severed from my shell
At birth I was stigmatized by fires of hell
This hollow space inside is growing still
It's going for the kill
Beneath the blood red sky the song was born
The sky was bleeding when I sang her the deadsong

By my burning cradle
The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels
The daughters of flame

She slept under my wing
A cold embrace
Death's loyal servant now filled with pain
Forever haunted by her angelic face

By my burning cradle
The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels
The daughters of flame

These chains
Hold me down
Down on this frozen ground
In this world where death walks the earth
The sign of reaper given in birth

By my burning cradle
The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels
The daughters of flame

[-sapient_dreams-]

OO

I love it when you talk converged-names with me.
/blush

[-sapient_dreams-]

braanndonn wrote: -sapient_dreams- wrote: @Brandon: OO Yeah. "She bent down and turned around and gave me a wink. She said "I'm gonna mix it up right here in the sink." It smelled like turpuntine and looked like India ink, so I pinched my nose and closed my eyes. I took a drink." Lol this is the sort of Poetry i'm into... The container of my soul was severed from my shell At birth I was stigmatized by fires of hell This hollow space inside is growing still It's going for the kill Beneath the blood red sky the song was born The sky was bleeding when I sang her the deadsong By my burning cradle The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels The daughters of flame She slept under my wing A cold embrace Death's loyal servant now filled with pain Forever haunted by her angelic face By my burning cradle The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels The daughters of flame These chains Hold me down Down on this frozen ground In this world where death walks the earth The sign of reaper given in birth By my burning cradle The lullaby of death was sung by dark angels The daughters of flame

Oh my.
That's...yeah.
OO

[bleucheeseman]

Let's make a Jackaura!