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i'm just browsing my old files and realised that we tried to make some tracks with ceri ages ago. i suddenly realised that i haven't seen him here in years and can't remember that he officially left or stuff. |
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He's being prepped as the new Top Gear presenter. |
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Really? That's my vicarious claim to fame, if it's true. :P |
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What happened to Ceri JC? It was one of those mornings. Sadist could feel the air surrounding him, the microfibre duvet covering his body, the pillow supporting his head; he was awake, and yet he didn't want to open his eyes. He knew it was one of those mornings, and he knew Ceri was going to come running into his room to wake him any minute now anyway. Best savour the warmth of the bed for as long as I can, Sadist thought, shuffling his feet to take advantage of as much as the duvet as possible. Drifting in and out of sleep, Sadist remained in that peculiar state where it's difficult to tell the difference between dream, memory and action. Although he wasn't sure if he was standing or laying down, is only contact with reality, the anchor he could rely on when the confabulation became too lifelike remained the ambience of the room; if he concentrated, he could tell his ears didn't actually hear, and he knew his eyes were shutting out the light from the window. Suddenly the sound of steps, shoe-clad steps drenched in reverberation from the long hallway leading to his room, reached his consciousness. He was tempted to open his eyes, but at the same time the urgency of enjoying the last seconds of delirium seemed to magnify tenfold. Resisting the urge to walk into that familiar trap of trying to relax, Sadist immediately released all his muscles as the steps became dryer and dryer through the hallway, soon turning from reverb to slap-back echo and then coinciding almost perfectly with its own delay effecting a sort of flange for a few seconds before the steps stopped. Sadist knew they hadn't stopped at his door as that would have given the steps the character of triplets. Now the steps were gone and the dreams were back but What happened to Ceri JC? |
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8-O |
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He is getting his end away too much to bother with here. |
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he put on purple pants |
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his head shrunk some more |
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ask phobiazero if you really miss him i'm curious too btw |
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someone should make a thread "what happened to phobs?". so we can all fantasize what prison-life would be like |
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What in the titty fucking ball assed dick tits happened to ceri jc ? |
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