

Pain in the Axel Ch. 2Gentle notes filled the air with a wordless lullaby, it was a beautiful yet sad tune plucked from the strings of an oversized guitar or maybe it was a sitar. Whatever the strange instrument, its master truly knew how to work the magic of song across its stings.Pain in the Axel Ch. 2
The notes slowed, and then there was a strange ‘twang’ noise as it stopped all together. The figure that sat on the stool in the middle of the room remained still, hunched over the instrument. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he leaned over and picked up a pen, scratching notes across a paper on the little table next to h
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Devious Comments
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Excuse me, you're standing in my cool.
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"there is no pleasure from the treasure without the pressure..."
-julius 'the doctor' erving
procrastinator's gallery - procrastinator's site
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"there is no pleasure from the treasure without the pressure..."
-julius 'the doctor' erving
procrastinator's gallery - procrastinator's site
still, good job non the less
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