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Mulder: Yeah, but why stab her boyfriend through the ear? The
magic was gone??!
"The X-Files: Unruhe"
Mulder: If my Miss Manners served me right, that protrusion
from his left cornea is a salad fork.
"The X-Files: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose"
🐠 ✫ 📒 ✫ 💛 ✫ 💎 ✫ 🚗 ✫ 📗 ✫ ⚡ ✫ 💙 ✫ 💗 ✫ 🐛 ✫ 🍇 ✫ 🎈 ✫ 👃 ✫ 🌳
Rejected by earth,
Obstructed by hell.
Knight in broken armor;
Encased in frozen time.
Normal eyes cannot see those
White feathers stained black.
In the arms of expanding solitude,
Never to be warmed by gratitude.
Grieving in an unchangeable paradise,
Seeking solace in the vanishing past.
~hainz
-hainz