Dory
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Post by Dory on Feb 9, 2005 14:18:03 GMT
heh yeah im reading it now.....OMG TEHSEX PLZKTHNX! heh
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*nothing*
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Feb 10, 2005 7:28:28 GMT
Lol...
Mine: P. S. Use the red key in the top handle lock
lol. There ya go! Not mine, but hey! You see, I am planning a bank robbery! lmao
Peace, Rotae
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Dory
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Post by Dory on Feb 11, 2005 12:41:27 GMT
Ya sure you dont need the blue key mine-
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Feb 11, 2005 13:03:56 GMT
No blue key, just red lol. Mine: Thank people for their attendance and wish them all the best for Muralfest and say that we hope to see them on ?? Not mine... lol. Peace, Rotae
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Dory
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I'm a puppet not a wh?re..
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Post by Dory on Feb 11, 2005 13:05:39 GMT
lol all these c&p's and none are yours...tssk....i have no one else to blame, im the only one who i let use my laptop.
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In Australia, the title was changed to "Suddenly 30" because distributors thought audiences would misunderstand the original title.
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Feb 11, 2005 13:16:43 GMT
Hey! It's a shared computer! lol.
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Dory
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Post by Dory on Feb 11, 2005 13:38:48 GMT
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Feb 15, 2005 3:18:51 GMT
OMG, that is so funneh! lol.
I don't have a paste
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Dory
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Post by Dory on Feb 15, 2005 18:05:47 GMT
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Rotae
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Post by Rotae on Feb 16, 2005 0:27:23 GMT
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Dory
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Post by Dory on Feb 16, 2005 1:53:42 GMT
i dont have a paste
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Post by Rotae on Feb 18, 2005 1:15:51 GMT
*cries* Neither do I! Peace, Rotae
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Post by Dory on Feb 18, 2005 1:32:38 GMT
i do now! i do now! ;D mine-
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Post by Dory on Apr 4, 2005 0:03:18 GMT
if this appears anywhere else i know where its come from.... this was the next installment of my story...im nearing the end now..(there shouldnt be any censored words, but i dunno what is censored on this board and what isnt...)
read on if you dare *presses Ctrl+V*
“See…Heroin was my main man, but now I’m on the methadone and I’m getting my act together, erm, you come here and say you wanna help and I say ‘hey, far out’…You could be my main man. You could be my main man. You could be my main man. You could be my main man… Now Rafe’s mind was playing scenes from different films, rather than facing up to the decision he had to make, which was typical. Burying his head in the sand and hoping it would go away on its own. “Not likely to happen Rafe , old chap” he could hear his Father’s voice echoing. It continued. “But you know, it’s up to you whether you want to come back to us. There is so much I want to say, but I don’t want to say it if you aren’t going to listen to a word I’m saying, young man.” Rafe’s inside writhed with discontent as the words persisted, his body still unable to move. “And you best get yourself up and out of that bed soon, or else I dunno what I’d do. You know, I’ve finally figured out what it was that was bothering me. I love you. I didn’t want to admit it, but I do. I’m not gay, don’t get me wrong. But you are like a brother to me, and I don’t want to say goodbye.” Huh? Dad? I’m like a brother to you? Huh? Speak English, man. For christ’s sake! Rafe tried to say, but it only came out as thoughts. The image of his Father quickly faded into that of the silhouette of the Virgin Mary, Rafe trying to run after him but the light from behind her was blinding him. “It’s time.” Her voice floated in the air like a speech bubble in a comic strip. “What will it be?” She held out her hand. He still wasn’t sure, he wanted to keep his head in the sand for as long as possible and it looked like he had no choice but to face up to it and decide. “Well?” Her voice said, patiently.
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Rafe could feel the soft skin on his body; he was back inside the flesh but unable to completely control it in the way he used to. After three long months of intense physical therapy, he was able to walk without aid, slightly wobbly but still, he was almost free. As he sat back against the wall in his own bed, he reminisced about the last few months and tried to remember things that still wouldn’t come back to him. He picked up Chris’ letter and re-read it for the countless time and smiled to himself as Chris’ voice floated back to him from his subconscious. “…was bothering me. I love you. I didn’t want to admit it, but I do” That’s why the voice had seemed familiar, it wasn’t his Father at all, it was Chris', manifesting itself as his Father. Rafe began to read the letter out loud to himself. “Rafe, brother, come back to us. “I came to see you, finally caught up with that cute little Aunt of yours and she told me where to find you. “It took me days to work my way up to come in and see you and when I did, well let’s just say I wasn’t in the best of minds. I knew what I wanted to say, but when I saw you just lying there with all the tubes and cables coming out of random holes, I didn’t know what to say anymore, nor did I want to say it to closed ears. I hope you did hear what I said while I sat there, holding your hand. “Okay, I admit, I was somewhat afraid, don’t tell anyone that. All I could think was that the last thing you’d remember about me was that night and I didn’t want that. I hope you understand what I’m trying to say here, I still can’t find the right words, and for me that’s a biggie.” Rafe laughed as his mind scanned through various Soundgarden songs, before carrying on with Chris’ literary monologue. “We could never be lovers, but I know deep in my heart, that now I know you, I couldn’t live without you in my life. So please come back to me, come back to us. We miss you. “Call me when you read this, there is something I want to ask you. “Chris. “PS – don’t tell anyone I went all soppy, I have a reputation to uphold, man.”
It had been over 3 and a half months since he first read this letter and he still hadn’t called Chris, avoiding him like the plague. He didn’t know why, maybe it was fear of what was going to be asked of him, maybe he was just afraid. He didn’t know, all he did know was that he hadn’t called. Luckily he didn’t have to worry so much about bumping into him unexpectedly around town and have to force a conversation from himself. He found out Chris was in Europe, with Audioslave, a promotional tour of television shows and interviews for a new single. So Rafe managed to find comfort in the fact that every time he turned on his TV, he could watch Chris without any apprehensions about what he might say in the heat of the moment. He put the letter down on his bed and looked out the window, catching a newspaper cutting in his sight as he turned to hang his head. The headline read ‘Young Irish man finally wakes from coma after 3 weeks.’ And the story then carried on to reveal his past demons to the world, leaving him with nothing to hide anymore. He kept the article at the side of his bed to remind him, to remind himself that he was free, that he didn’t have to hide in the shadows of anyone else anymore. On that last word, all he could think of was Chris. He didn’t have to hide from him, so why was he still doing so? “You’ll never know if you don’t try.” His Aunt said gently as she leaned on his doorframe. He looked over to her and could tell that she knew exactly what he was thinking, just by the look in her eyes. “That young chap is a good man, you should call him, petal. He’s pretty cute if I do say so myself” she chirped. “Aunt Sylvia!” Rafe scoffed and laughed with her. She handed the phone to him, let out a sly smile and turned to leave the room. He looked around the room at the multiple photographs on his wall, all the ones he himself had taken during his recovery, a new found hobby that he loved. He could feel himself smiling as his eyes lowered and fell to his fingers as he watched them dial the number.
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Post by retro399 on Apr 4, 2005 15:04:03 GMT
well done dory!you really have a flair for this kind of thing! ;D
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