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REM Sleep (Other) by mystic enoch

When I close my eyes I begin to have dreams. They glorify, mystify, sometimes even terrify me. But they have a deeper meaning. Coming from the depths of my soul their only goal is to make me better. Though I don't understand their ultimate plan. Each morning I arise with a great repose refreshed with each lesson learned. enoch2

Ranger 20-Mar-06/2:46 PM
So? Charlie the First wasn't over popular, we killed him and forced his son into exile, then when we realised that our 'local boy' Cromwell really wasn't all that great we suddenly decided that we wanted Charles II back in the adoring arms of Glorious Britain. We're fickle sods like that.




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