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September's Cry for You,


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Caffeine! the drug of cheap bastards who like their buzz's to be legit!

nocturne in harlem

I feel very noirish tonight sitting in the lab, going over the tapes, so I thought I would share what's on the ipod while I work on the string out of Ten Pin Alley with you all.

logging...

logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... logging... logging... logging... logging.... that is all.

The film that never was...

**insert scream of horror here ->


Never fear, my friends and colleagues who have invested time and energy in Ten Pin Alley. Tis not the fate destiny has planned for our little project.


However, since I'm not a believer in fate or destiny... that's not really an appropriate phrase then is it. Hrmmm... *pulls out pen and paper, writes down "find better phrases"*




Ok then...
*ahem*
moving on, I'm pulling on the lab coat, Igor has powered up the generator and is now pulling the body parts out of the cry-o-freeze and moving them into the tanks near the operating table.

Yes, yes... the laboratory is functional again. (*though I do confess, it took a while to remember where I placed the buzz saw*)

Now where did I place my scalpel?



*begins digging through a box labeled "nessa items"*

Back to life... back to reality

*sigh*

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