Originally Posted by EcK
Why do so much people make me die in some, really odd sexual rite.
I say it's freudian transfert
EcK died of wishful thinking.
"It is not length of life, but depth of life." ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
"Thought breeds thought." ~ Henry David Thoreau
A tsunami hit. Lux was no more.
^ Became the paint for the red violin
In space no one heard Q's screams.
Being INFJ, she thought herself to death.
Being an empath, she followed lux in death
Eck's dyslexia (see spelling of Paris on the spot for location) led him/her (I think you're a he, but) to a place distant from his intended destination and he was never heard from again.
The cumulative karmic debt from predicting the death of countless others coalesced into an anvil dropped from the sky as Fidelia unsuspectingly waited for a bus.
Everybody have fun tonight. Everybody Wang Chung tonight.
EffemDoubleyou was going to Sjlb Dnz, Bosnia, to donate them some of his vowels, but his plane crashed along the way.
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