Friends, lovers, lend me your wares,
For there is a place, aught to be dared,
Many have come, and many have gone,
But there is a place for all to stay long,

Looking for a place to spill your pallor?
Looking for a space to sing your gallor?
Looking for a place to hear the calling?
Looking for a space to rest the falling?

Come to thecobweb and meet your fancies,
Come to thecobweb and greet your nancies,
Come to thecobweb and listen to all you want,
Come to thecobweb and hasten 'fore all is naught.

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sorry for the advertisement.. just though some people might want to
share in on the stories, dreams, poems, conversation, etc.. all
things considered, except perhaps close-mindedness, unless that's
what's called for. mundanes and malkavians alike are free to come by,
for a visit or for a stay. mostly for role-play, stories, etc, non-
camarilla affiliated or associated. ;p~ those with malice need not
apply.

--
thomas e redd jr
http:/idrainu.com

Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.