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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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He-he, and where do you think it is going?
"We passed alot of things that hiss, crossed railroad tracks and what sounded like circus music, except that it was slowed down, like it was coming over an old Vitrolla cranked by someone falling asleep."
"Weird. Anything else, sir?"
"Well, I couldn't see anything beacuse it was so dark, except that I could smell alot of cinamon and dust, but I had this vision..."
"A vision, sir?"
"Yeah, there was this sea of happy legless children with scars on their heads and they were all pointing up this hill toward this mansion with many houses in it. They kept going 'See! See!' So I ran up the hill through this bed of faded antique silk flowers and I began to hear this singing in a language I didn't understand, but it made me feel well, hopeful. Then I woke up and everything smelled like toast."
"um...ok, you can go now, sir"
It's sort of like that.
Except without the police report.