Lièvres Rouges" Un Lièvre Rouge; Diggin' Into Red Soil... "
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2009-03-25T04:46:25+01:00text/html2009-03-12T08:29:49+01:00cosphabulaLièvre de Mars
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<p style="text-align: center;"><img alt="Un Lièvre Rouge; Folie" height="232" src="<a href="http://album.miarroba.com/cosphabula/0/13/" target="_BLANK"><img src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/294A2198D02D49C9A5DA3249C9A5CD.jpg" alt="640x635px - 53.3 KB" title="640x635px - 53.3 KB" border=0 /></a>" style="vertical-align: text-bottom;" width="328" /><br /><br /><br /><img border="0" height="635" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/f/7/f72c1839.jpg" width="640" /><img border="0" height="635" src="http://fotos.miarroba.com/fotos/b/0/b09c3561.jpg" width="640" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Finalmente Março; Mês da Lebre Louca Louca...De Marte, de Áries e De Todas as Coisas Vermelhas; Desde o sanguíneo Líquido que circula nas veias em Todas as Terças-Feiras, aos Rubis e ao Veludo Vermelho, macio e Áspero.<br /></p>text/html2009-02-15T01:13:42+01:00cosphabulaScatterin' Opera
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier;">Testando o Opera 9.6; Ouvindo Matenrou Opera;</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier;"></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier;">Gostei dos Dois, embora Tenha terminado o Horário de Verão e isso me Incomode profundamente...</span></span></p>text/html2009-02-13T02:50:41+01:00cosphabulaIn Love With Deh Gods
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<p style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">Hum, Apenas para Constar, pois não há Nada tão Relevante; Talvez o Hálito Fresco da Madrugada, nada Além... Franz Ferdinand; Alice Nine; Coisas assim, Vandalize, Tonight:</span></span><br /><br /></span>
<p style="text-align: center;">Putz, Mais cansado Que o Previsto; H. P. Lovecraft me Aguarda.</p>
</p>text/html2009-02-06T10:17:14+01:00cosphabulaThe Wet; Blue Dream
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><br /><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">" Today, I Was ripped Ou From my Deep blue Dream; From M'Formless Jelly fish To Deh Grounded Flesh o'Mine.... "</span></span>text/html2009-02-03T13:02:10+01:00cosphabulaRed Soil Reveals: Tsuchinoko
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<h3><span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"><span style="font-size: small;">By Diggin' Into Deh Red Soil, I've Found A Tsuchinoko; It Bite Me Once, And as If it was A Worm From Deh deep, Harmless Was Our Encounter;</span></span></h3>
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<h3><span style="font-family: andale mono,times;"><span style="font-size: small;">And Then, deh Tsuchinoko Jumped away, a meter-length through deh endless mud. Things That Happens Once, in A Soaked; Muddy Red Soil..</span>.</span></h3>
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<br />text/html2009-01-30T12:32:29+01:00cosphabulaThings We All Find; By Diggin' Into Red Soil...
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;">"Once, It Was Zuubo; Former Master O"Darkness itself..."</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">" So D'iz Is, As Told in Deh late tales of Long Lost Tomes; Deh "Tone O'Darkness", a Gift granted by Deh Most Holy Deities To those able to Unleash deh Thick, Dreadful Breath O'Deh Darkness "</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">Voice O'Zigurat, Bestowed He Was With Deh Holy Light</span></span></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: courier new,courier;">None But Deh Unlucky Zuubo, Deh One Bestowed With Such Power... <span style="font-size: medium;"></span></span></span><br /></span></span></p>text/html2008-12-15T13:59:26+01:00cosphabula~ Hard To Swallow; Swallowed Red Soil ~
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<br /><br /> Um dia Como Este, Que Não será, nunca, relevante. Um dia que faz diferença nenhuma, na sucessão de Carne Crua de Todos Os Dias;<br /><br /><br />Acordei com O gosto sórdido de carne Crua na Boca, Aliás; Sabe-lá que decadência estranha minha boca engoliu na noite elétrica, Imbecil repouso que nada, nada me tira da Cama ainda mais morto que no início, Sabe Deus o quanto eu odeio a manhã, aquela sensação estúpida de um dia sólido, inevitável;<br /><br />