If you're looking for my fanfiction, can I please direct you to fictorium?



That's right "Babbles in the Fictorium" (a none-too-clever nod to Paul Auster) is now the home of all my fic. What's been posted here remains in place, though the Hugh/Lisa stuff is friends only. It'll now be posted exclusively at fictorium, and you'll have to be a member there to see the Hugh/Lisa fic from now on.



Here at lauriestein I'll still be babbling on about all my regular loves - House, the fandom, theatre, the West Wing... the list goes on.

I'm really just getting started out with graphics and such, but here's a list of everyone's wonderful resources that I currently have stashed on my hard drive. Thank you all for sharing, and helping out amateurs like myself! If I've missed anything, or you'd rather I credited a comm than your personal journal etc, please just let me know and I'll update it.


Textures and Patterns: cooloring, arcticdesign, seemyhands, paper_chaser, piemin, aquilafantasia, cdg, cutting_onions, brokendartist, octoberlush, zehava_1010, witch_fairy, katcal062301, lovely_tatusha, iconraven, chamberten, villa_femme, iluvpoto, noisettee and luux_lu @coloured_skies, ravenclawwit, taintea, misarte, graceful_shadow, recap, erniemay, ennife, lemonrocket, roserascal, yunhe


Fonts:

Brushescreamuts

Screencaps and other photos:vanyxcaps, house_md_caps, cuddelstein, rbkh, cutting_onions, Nurse Jackie: burgundy_shoes



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EDIT: have updated the novel filter now, go back an entry if you want to read chapter one, interested parties :p

Since I was tagged by theonlymeyouget AND ayalanetzer , it's time I took the hint.

1) List 5 celebrities you would have sex with without even asking questions.
2) Put all of them IN ORDER of your lust for them [5 - 1, 1 is the hottest].
3) Say which movie/show/thing it was that hooked you.
4) Supply photos for said people.
5) Tag five friends to do the same.

(Honourable mentions to Gillian Anderson, Felicity Huffman and Anna Chancellor. Oh, and Kristin Scott-Thomas. I'm a celeb slut.)

( Mucho hotness awaits )

Attention homo sapiens:

There's enough novel for me to tentatively start posting snippets. Now, I appreciate that a large percentage of you won't be interested and that's absolutely fine. But if you want to be on the filter for excerpts, let me know in the poll, okay?




Poll #1488295 BOOK
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 37

Do you want to be on the filter for reading my novel in bits and pieces?

And just because:

I haven't bought a book in TWO MONTHS.

Okay, only because I had a huge book binge in the summer and it's taken me this long to get up to date. REGARDLESS, I want you all to rec me a book. One that you really, genuinely love. I'll read anything apart from hardcore sci-fi fantasy, pretty much. I will then track down as many as I can and buy them when I get paid, so you can consider it your Christmas present to me - sharing something awesome.

Sound good? Hit me up in the comments.

Ok. I know some of you are pissed off about one thing or another with House lately. That's perfectly valid, I certainly don't love it unconditionally either. That said, it's going to extremes in some places with rant after rant popping up one after the other.

SO I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT SOME PEOPLE STILL ENJOY THIS SHOW. In fact, in some ways it may even be better than ever. And for the LOVE OF PETE, if you hate every. single. episode. STOP WATCHING. Your misery is harshing my buzz.

Let me give you an example: I watched DH for Felicity and Marcia. Eventually the things I hated about it outweighed the love I had for those two. So I stopped watching. I didn't wail and rend my garments. I didn't send whiny/threatening emails to the creative team. I just got on with my life. It wasn't the funny/wicked show I thought it could be, and thus I didn't waste any more of my time on it. Life is too freakin' short.

IT IS THAT SIMPLE.

This isn't an attack on anyone here, let me be clear about that. If you had annoyed me in some way, I would have defriended you. So PLEASE don't take it personally. This is more of a general fandom malaise.

WANNA HAVE SOME HAPPY? HIT ME UP WITH YOUR GIFS, SPARKLECOCKTEXT, WHATEVER YOU WANT. Anon with no IP is on as well if you want to express your ~frustrations~ because this is an equal opportunities livejournal.



(Yes, I am aware of the irony in complaining about complaining. THANK YOU.)

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Ok, is that it? Can we FINALLY agree that the one-sided non-romance between House and Cameron is officially dead and buried? CAN WE?

In other news, I REALLY FANCY CUDDY.

Have some Stella being chucked off a roof while we all absorb, okay?

While Hemingway might just be the King of the six-word story, I thought it might be fun for fanfiction writers too. I did a Five-Word Ficathon a few months ago which was great fun, and thought it might be interesting to try again with an extra word!

With regards to 'ships: ALL OR NONE are welcome. Be as adventurous as you want, and see how much you can say in so few words. Please leave your six-word story as a comment to this entry.

EDIT: Yes, I'm cool with RPF/RPS as well. Bear in mind that not everyone will be though.

From the crazysexycool ticcyyy

Compile a playlist of songs that sum up where you feel you are in your life right now and share it with your f-list. Don't explain the songs or why you picked them. Instead, try to have the songs explain *you*. Upload the songs and make cover art if you can.



You're Weak, But Not Giving In

Track Listing: (click the image for download at Mediafire)

1. Die, Vampire, Die! - [title of show]
2. Six O'Clock News - Kathleen Edwards
3. A Better Son-Daughter - Rilo Kiley
4. Camels Swapped For Wives - King Creosote
5. Fuck Was I - Jenny Owens Young
6. New Jersey - Red House Painters
7. I'd Give It All For You - Songs For A New World
8. To Be Objectified - Jeffrey Lewis & The Junkyard
9. Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - Clayhill
10. Look What We've Done - Alice Ripley
11. The Rebel On His Own Tonight - Malcolm Middleton & Alan Bissett
12. Lover Please - Melissa Etheridge

You know, the term 'St. Doris' has made me feel nauseated in the past, but since reading her tweets, her LJ and after her recent few episodes, I have mucho Doris Egan love. Case in point:

I wasn't actually explaining it, to be honest. I was saying, "Yes, what the episode said was correct, you heard right. Not a mistake. I stand by it."

I believe "the majority of the audience," if you asked them today, could not tell you where House went to school. Or Cuddy. Or Wilson. The majority of the audience, in fact, would refer to Taub as "the older guy" and Thirteen as either Olivia Wilde or "the hot chick," and Chase as "that nice young man" (as an old school friend of mine once called him).

A tiny minority of the audience pays attention to these things. Of that minority, some have missed some episodes or forgotten references. Others have become enthralled by fanon. Others have caught every single thing ever done and can tell you names, dates, and titles. There's nothing wrong with any of this; no one's required to become a scholar of show trivia; on the other hand, if someone does, I for one will not mock them for it. Not when there are people devoting their lives to fantasy football. I am an old-school nerd, and I believe it is the height of ungenerosity to create something and then give people a hard time for being fans of it.

But we all see through our own lenses.

I will add that every time I write about anything I've worked on, someone accuses me of "explaining," and then says, "And therefore it failed!" It's a bit depressing. I was waiting for it to happen here. Sometimes I think, "Well, maybe you just shouldn't write about your work." Then I think, "But I like writing about my work! I like analyzing writing, and characters, and discussing how things are put together, and the different ways people see them." So it hasn't stopped me, and I hope it will continue to not stop me, because I'm one of those people who just enjoy pulling things apart and putting them back together.

DEAR EVERYONE IN FANDOM: READ THIS.

From austen:

Give me a pairing and/or a prompt, and I will write you a one sentence ficlet.

Choose from the following fandoms: House, Bones, X-Files, West Wing, Damages, Dollhouse, CSI:NY

OMG you guys, I am absolutely LOVING the submissions for the f'list mix. Some of these songs are a) just so awesome and b) just so YOU that it makes me all bouncy despite an an otherwise rubbish mood. It's not too late if you haven't submitted yet - just upload a track to mediafire, box.net, sendspace or MU and leave me a comment here. I'll be sorting the tracks into order and making the album art on Sunday JSYK.

Nano has been kicking my ass all week. I've been lagging behind almost every day, been entirely blocked and considered jacking it in a couple of times. But NO, I will finish out the month with 50,000 if it kills me. Instead of Juliet the hostage negotiator living in my head and notebooks, she is going to be kicking arse and taking names all over South London. I'm trying to combat the police story/thriller clichés and perhaps I'll fail miserably, but it's really fun to be writing in my 'own' voice for a change.

And I have to say, fic really has helped. I don't think a lot of people saw the merit in it as a writing exercise, but while I do enjoy it in its own right, it has been fantastic training. For the first time in so long I'm able to turn dry research and scribbled bullet points into actual creative writing. It doesn't matter if it's still flawed, at least it'll be getting done.

Now that I'm done being a pretentious wanker, I'm off to relax with some Peep Show before turning in. Got a busy weekend ahead ;)

You know, I was about to sneer at this whole 'end of the decade' fuss, and the attendant lists that everyone seems to be making.

Then I thought about it. My whole life happened during this decade. Everything about myself that I like, almost everything I'm proud of began in 2001. Not to disregard that which came before, but believe me when I say that it's like two very different people, divided by an arbitrary point in time.

So yeah, over the next few weeks I think I will have to look back at the books, the music, the theatre, films and television that have rocked my world or made me think. For the sake of posterity, I will force myself to become one of those organised and thoughtful people.

Oh, and don't forget to submit your track for my f'list playlist in this post.

Nicked from jillkins

I want to make a flist playlist/fanmix with one song from everyone. So if you're reading this, upload me a song that you want to represent you on this magical tracklisting!

Comments screened for surprise value when the mix is made. I'll make coverart and everything.

REASONS WHY:
( SPOILERS FOR TONIGHT ETC )

OK THAT WAS TOTALLY BRILLIANT.

BUT ALSO INCREDIBLY PAINFUL.

SO, HOUSE AT ITS BEST THEN - FOR EVERY HAPPINESS A CRUSHING SAD.

(Also, I heart Original Recipe Ducklings. I love you Cameron!)

I really, badly want to go back to New York.  I'm thinking I can use my annual leave in April (last two weeks) and can thusly catch the Addams Family with Bebe Neuwirth (because fierce bitch is FIERCE).

I'm making collages because I have empty frames and boxes full of photos and memorabilia.  I just made an En Why Oh Nine one, and verily, it is awesome.  Then there's a general theatre one, and one with all my luffly friends.  I am a big gay.

It might just be that I'm finally healing - I feel tired quite naturally and am sleeping almost straight through most nights.  Even dental ouchsomes haven't brought me down too much, and while the past few days of this Slimfast-gone-hardcore diet have been awful, I really think that I can see it through.  Lande has a newfound gym enthusiasm, so maybe I can start going with her.  I just can't do that alone right now, self-consciousness-wise.  (My abuse of the English language in this post is approaching unforgivable.

Under the cut, this week's TV:
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Which has nothing to do with anything, other than the walls of my study and my desk are covered in hostage negotiator research.  It's so different over here to the FBI style, I'm kind of loving it.  But yeah, it's just my NaNo novel and thus, who cares?  I won't by December 1st!

Since there's not much else going on (and you're all up to date with my woot canaw news from my last voice post) I thought we'd have some anony-time.  As ever, any subject is fair game.  So spill your thoughts, your feelings and your tea below.

I wasn't going to post this because it's already everywhere..... and then I thought, well HELL, you can't see it enough.  So here, in once picture is why I am completely in love with Lisa Edelstein:


If there's any way to get it in high enough quality to print a poster of, PLEASE let me know ;)

Ok, I'm immersed in Nano and on one of my scheduled breaks for the evening, so why not chimp on the internet, amirite??

Now, not to be a whiny attention wh0r (but y'all know I am one) I wanted to put something out there about my latest spate of fics.  I've noticed a drop off in the rate of comments they're generating, and while it's not about that, I'd totally be lying if I said I didn't care a little bit.  I'm not saying I'm god's gift to the House fandom, not by a long shot, but I see some pretty dodgy writing getting quite a lot of response and wonder if I'm doing something wrong? 

So, has the quality slipped?  Or is it just that people are busier now that school is back etc?  Or do people read less when the show is actually running, saving fic binges for the hiatuses?  I'm genuinely interested, and IP logging is off so you can go anon without fear of me pouting.  I mean, if the style has gotten stale or repetitive, or the ideas don't seem original enough, please let me know.  I'm not saying I want feedback so I can freak out if anyone says anything bad, I genuinely would like some constructive criticism!!

So yanno, fictorium if you've missed any of the recent stuff and want to have a pop.

(Oh, and if this is totally bad form and 'not the done thing', then sorry, but I really want fic to be a way to improve my creative writing skillz, so in that respect I take it quite seriously.  The rest of the time I'm just ZOMG P0RNZ.

Comments screened in case anyone is self-conscious ;)

Happy birthday to the delightful and delicious girlie_girl_23 !!

I hope you're being spoiled rotten and getting lots of Doralee cuddles to boot.

EDIT: BRA SNAP!






Icon-making to follow, as well as the bra-snapping and basically a whole lot more of every delicious second of this.

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Now playing: Matthew Ryan - Some Streets Lead Nowhere
via FoxyTunes    

Dear Britain:

Very proud of you for collectively mocking the fugliest Fascist and his complete lack of political nous.  I love Twitter SFM at times like these.

To the people agreeing with the racism, homophobia and anti-immigration nonsense... oh, who am I kidding?  I don't know any of you anway.

Love,

Lola xx

Because lots of us are online but there's not much happening.... here's an anon post (IP logging off).

Happy?  Down in the dumps?  Seething with rage?  Let it all out.

Something in fandom pissing you off? Dreading work in the morning? Excited about something cool that's happening this week?

Seriously, go crazy.

But I'm working on it!  Hopefully I'll be looking at these in a while and laughing at how much my skillz have improved.

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Changed my layout to include a big pic of Yessy - courtesy of daynawashere

Clearly, necessary.

Feeling show nostalgia as I sit here FINALLY drinking a cuppa from my cup of ambition.  I wrote a note about Alice being crazy on my post-its earlier too.  Life is good.

 

Tantus Direct: The Vamp

VAMPIRE DILDO.  NO, SERIOUSLY.  ILU for finding this, theonlymeyouget

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So, while one concert was unfortunately missed this weekend, one I was still fortunate enough to attend.  Let's face it, we'd be talking natural disasters to keep me away.

The best part? It was MY kind of venue.  Not for this gig the sticky floors and unidentifiable odours of a Student Union bar or a hole-in-the-wall dive that ought to be condemned.  No, we walked in to find a concert that started ON TIME without an hour of faffing about with soundchecks in an honest-to-God concert hall, complete with comfy leather seats.  

Sure, not anticipating the punctuality meant we missed half of Sondre Lerche's set, but he was adorable enough in what we saw to make up for it.  I'm kind of addicted to one of his new songs - 'Like Lazenby'.  He's possibly the cutest thing ever to come out of Scandinavia.

Oh, John Darnielle.  Even when the Mountain Goats is simply you, two guitars and a shiny black piano, it's still better than anything else in the world.  Perhaps it was the first real chills of autumn, the week of tired feet and bureaucracy run amok, but I was just in the perfect headspace for some frantic strumming and lyrics that twist my heart.  

As I remarked in the midst of the rather dignified applause (and whooping), I can pretty much die happy now that I've heard 'Up the Wolves' and 'Old College Try' live.  A lack of capo prevented the now ritualistic singalong of 'No Children', but I've done that once already and he was brilliant enough that I didn't miss it.  True to form, as he did with Heretic Pride last year, he made me fall in love with the new album once and for all.  Nobody plays around with the Bible better.

It was so much more intimate, three clearly marked rows from the stage, the room reverent enough to hear John's foot tapping as he kept beat for himself, at once hand-thrashing dervish and human metronome.  Each break brought applause that was deafening, enough to provoke two encores.  Unprepared as ever, since my man with the gorgeous words finds writing encores on the setlist to be 'bogus'. 

Walking through one of the myriad underpasses at Waterloo, explaining my second-hand cobbled together knowledge of Romulus and Remus toyeahsapphire, I realised I'd had a perfect evening.  The memory of that will be far better than any photograph or hissy audio recording, and that's just how I'll keep it.

Here's a tidbit because I love you:

Deuteronomy 2:10 from the album "The Life of the World to Come" - the simple refrain of 'There'll be no more after me' just about breaks my heart.

I'm.... not around much this week. I'm doing days at work which means no super-late nights for me, and my evenings are spoken for.

House was fairly kickass though, I'm intrigued by House's brand of 'niceness' and I love, love, love Chase. I've finally run out of patience with all things Foreteen though, even OW's epic pretty can't make me tolerate it anymore. Foreman is a one-note douche and 13's kickassery has been reduced to pouting over how mean her boyfriend is. We also need more Cuddy.

Easy solution? 13 and Cuddy hook up. Yeah, I have all the best ideas.

Don't miss me too much boys and girls, and I will reply to my 10 outstanding emails eventually. The problem is that I read them on my phone and if it needs more than a one-line reply, tell myself I'll do it when I'm next on the computer. Then I forget, and repeat ad nauseum.

Also, I have writing ideas that need to be finished. Damn having a life just gets in the way!!

OMG, how is this today's question??? Cosmic sign or WHAT?

Here's what my bezzer made for me:

She let me sit next to her that day, even though it resulted in two years of me scribbling lyrics from musicals and nicknames for lecturers in her margins. (Scribbling in her margins is not a euphemism).

When she told me in the bathrooms of the Beer Bar that she fancied Eliza Dushku, it was the beginning of a realisation that pretty much sorted out my life. I went home and fell asleep in a room full of Gillian Anderson posters and awoke the next morning secure in the knowledge that it wasn't just Gillian's acting chops that I had an interest in.

She remains the only person in my life today who has visited my family home.

When I desperately needed a copy of "Ferry Cross the Mersey" for my Grandad's funeral and had 0 pounds, she took me to the Virgin Megastore in Glasgow and bought me "The Best of Gerry and the Pacemakers". The CD is still in my box of keepsakes, the only things in my life I've never considered throwing away.

She has forgiven me my many transgressions, and although she may not want to answer the phone at 3am, I know she would if I really needed her to.

Next summer I'm going to watch her get married, and though I've failed on countless other occasions, I'll slim down just for her so I can enjoy her special day without feeling like a blimp.

On one of the worst days of my life, when I jumped out of a car at the traffic lights in Partick, it was her house I aimed for because I couldn't bear to go home right away.

When I feel crappy, when I'm hiding under the duvet, one of my favourite cheer-me-ups is remembering lazy afternoons with Ben & Jerry's and the X-Files on VHS.

If her name has ever appeared in print, I have a copy in a box all of its own. Every online article she's written is in my bookmarks. Her writing makes me want to try harder, want to capture more things in case I forget them. I'll never be half as good at the creative stuff as her, but she's inspired me to mess around with my camera, to pick up a guitar again after God knows how long, and though my interest may be fleeting in some of those things, she keeps me plugged into life when I might otherwise drift off.

When I get pissed at her, we can talk it out. When she gets pissed at me, I actually apologise (not something I'm in the habit of otherwise). She can kick my ass without making me hate her. To shamelessly thieve from The X-Files, our first shared love:

There was one thing that remained the same. You... were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant... my touchstone.

Here's to ten more years. You know, unless I get sick of you, obvs.

SUCH a gorgeous pic of Lisa (spoiler for ep 5)

( HOT GORGEOUS HOTNESS )

ANONYMOUS WEDNESDAY!!!! Because, really what else is there to do of an evening?  Oh sure, I could be a productive member of society, but does that REALLY sound like me?

So tell me anything (IP logging is off) - your joys and your woes, your unpopular opinions, the irritants of the day that have left you wanting to smack someone.  Tell me you love me, you love someone else, you have a secret crush, you hate everyone or you're plotting to kill me.

Tell me how Franklin managed to lose his pretty purple collar.  No wait, the little bastard can tell me himself because he's not going outside again until I find it.

As ever, feel free to go crazy.

As my Twitter and Facebook buds may have noticed, I am ENRAGED by this Roman Polanski defending.

She was 13.  He pleaded guilty and then bailed because he didn't like where the judge was going.  Not for this 'artist' the vagaries of the appellate courts, oh no.

He's been fucking flaunting it for years, gadding about Europe enjoying his freedom and wealth.

Poor baby couldn't visit the US in all that time.  Yeah, that's roughly the right punishment for raping a 13 year old - travel restrictions.

I am so off the charts sick of reading some of these nonsensical defences - she was 'asking for it' (funny how many times the word 'no' appears in the transcript then, huh?), her mum pushed her into it (well, that makes it totally okay), that he was somehow duped by being arrested when he showed up to be given an award in some self-congratulatory wankfest.

Most sickening of all are the people I respect defending him as though this is some kind of moral crusade.  Signing a petition to say he should be exempt from laws merely because he was at a film festival (not neutral ground like the United Nations last time I checked).

Creativity or a passion for film-making does not equate to diplomatic immunity.  He's a rapist and a coward.  Whether 32 days or 32 years later, he deserves to face the music.

Good articles, more eloquent than what I've written:

Kate Harding at Salon.com
David Poland

JEREMY PIVEN JOKE!!!! JEREMY PIVEN JOKE!!!!

I love the entire fucking universe right now.

I fall asleep for 14 hours (that's twice this week - cured?) and the fandom assplodes again.

SPOILER AND BITCHING:
( SPOILERY )


I really don't think anything that happens on this show is a result of KJ's apparent 'girlcrush' on Lisa or Cuddy, since the creative team has many, many people in it and David Shore has overall control.  I don't like to get dragged into the pettiness, but it does seem like there is a posse of people waiting for each spoiler to be posted just so they can dump all over that.  Yet, funnily enough, anything that even nods in the direction of their particular 'ship is the greatest creative decision since Shakespeare decided to kill off Romeo and Juliet. Hmph.

West Wing ficathon for the 10th Anniversary!!  Sign up, bitches!!

Thank you shutterbug_12

DEAR INTERNET:

Why do quiet/boring?  I was asleep all evening, the least you could do is entertain me now I'm awake.  Every time I refresh and find no new fun stuff, I'm forced to watch another episode of CSI: NY.  Stella's puns are getting worse by the episode, and to make matters worse she seems to have abandoned her policy of Cuddy-necklines.  You're killin' me here, Stella.  Break out a polo neck and Imma gonna cry.

Ok, I actually do have some cool posts on my f'list to reply to, so I'll stop whining.  I just require CONSTANT STIMULATION, OKAY?

L and I are chipping in to send our friend J to New York because she's totally bummed out lately.  Going to book that tomorrow, it feels really good to do something nice for someone else, although part of me is already scheming about when I can next go back.  Still, I'm off to Oslo in December, followed by the horrifying prospect of a return to Scotland for my Dad's 50th.  I haven't been in the same room as my immediate family for 5 years.  Big day (big hat).

I want a pet tiger.  I'm sure I could make it work, right?  How hard can it be?

Yesterday, my adorable ex ladyvivien texted to say she overheard a guy at work saying "tits and typing that's all they're good for". I, of course saw the implicit 9 to 5 reference and this morning we had the following exchange:

Me: Hey [redacted], how's your day at Consolidated Industries?

ladyvivien : My boss is making a pass at me, some dumb bitch can't tyoe and there's a really tall hot chick.

FTW.

It's not often something looks even better on a second watch.  But seriously guys, this double episode might be second only to House's Head/Wilson's Heart in terms of greatness.
( Spoilery thoughts about 6x01 & 2 )

There are probably a hundred other things I could pick up on, but I think it's enough to say that it seriously fucking rocked.

THERE'S NOT MUCH CHANCE OF THE CAPSLOCK ENDING ANYTIME SOON, SO LET'S JUST SUMMARISE WITH THE FOLLOWING:


I LOVE THIS SHOW

HUGH LAURIE BEST WIN AN EMMY FOR THAT.

LIN-MANUEL MIRANDA IS ADORABLE AND I LOVE HIM TOO

IT WAS GORGEOUS AND NEVER ICKY. GENUINELY MOVING.

I JUST DIED OF LOL AND SQUEE AT THE PROMO. 

HOUSE IN A FEW SHORT HOURS!!!

I CHANGED MY DESKTOP FROM THE JANNEY TO LISA.  THIS SHOWS THAT I AM COMMITTED.  JUST LIKE HOUSE - DYSWIDT??

FLAIL WITH ME MOTHERFUCKERS, LET'S GO!!!!

THIS IS THE FACE ORLANDO GIVES ME EVERY MORNING, TRUFAX.



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