We turn our faces to what the eternal evening brings

We're screwed, my friends	The foul rag and bone shop	semiotic ghost	Dream Log: July 30, 2002
cigarettes at midnight	House of Dust -- Part I -- I	We're doing very well, doctor. Please open the door?	Coldplay
Witchiepoo	I want to give all our smiling-bedroom-eye photographs away to strangers	The dead eat hope. We had none to give them, so they were pretty emaciated by the end.	Brian Griffin
Emily of the Accord	The Landmark Forum	The only thing stopping us is the pressure. If your machine can withstand it, we are already on our way.	There was a young lady named Puck
false advertising	The sunny side of his face	Why I love Everything2	April 5, 2007
Quiet, the dark will hear	The Zogmekiad: Episode II	Asking questions I already know the answers to (and the consequences of same)

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