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  • waterdeep junkies

    Do you own all the waterdeep CD's and know all their unrecorded songs? Do you email them and ask to stay at their house? Do you send care packages? Do you love their love story? Do you go through withdrawals when you've not had your weekly waterdeep fix?

    Actually, this blogring is for those who have started on the road to such a state, as 90% of those who hear waterdeep end up hating the music, then craving it.

    For those curious/future disciples: check out http://www.waterdeep.com

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  • iwouldbreak

    iwouldbreak

    In my return back through the passage, I heard the same words repeated twice over; and looking up, I saw it was a starling hung in a little cage—"I can't get out—I can't get out," said the starling. I stood looking at the bird: and to every person who came through the passage it ran fluttering to the side towards which they approach'd it, with the same lamentation of its captivity—"I can't get out," said the starling—God help thee! said I—but I'll let thee out, cost what it will; so I turned about the cage to get to the door; it was twisted and double twisted so fast with wire, there was no getting it open without pulling the cage to pieces—I took both hands to it. The bird flew to the place where I was attempting his deliverance, and thrusting his head through the trellis, pressed his breast against it, as if impatient—I fear, poor creature! said I, I cannot set thee at liberty—"No," said the starling—"I can't get out—I
  • sconeGrl

    sconeGrl

    damn straight.
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    Jack of All Trades; Master of Some. Modern Renaissance Man. Purveyor of Knowledge. Lover of the Obscure. Foe of the Melancholy. Keeper of the Flame.

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