The Miracle of Moving Pictures
Trapped Between Fire and Ice
"lost at sea"

"The Magic of a Summer Night"It was the Fourth of July and as anybody in the Bronx knows, as the twilight kicks in, the explosions of varied types of fireworks can be seen and heard - especially if one is lucky enough to have a high view. However, on this day, in the sleepy neighborhood of Morris Park, there was one particular young man with no such luck. Mark had just returned from a large family event which seemed to involve nothing more than food and dissagreements; despite feeling isolated at home, he was more than happy to return to the neighborhood."The Magic of a Summer Night"
"Hey Mark! how's it going?" he heard a somewhat enthusiastic voice yell out from down the alley.
Devious Comments
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"My drill will pierce the heavens!"
Sorry I took so long to reply...I've been away from here for a LOOOOOOOOOOOONG time.
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Zombies=EPIC.
End transmission.
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Come on Number Johnny Five, COME ON!
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Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
What's the point of living if you can't feel alive?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
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Knowledge is a weapon. I intend to be formidably armed.
What's the point of living if you can't feel alive?
Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.
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