

Heart Beat -M-Fingers play, like the carress of twilight, moving slowly across soft silk skin. Memories flood, mixed in the sensations, of nerve endings gone awry.Heart Beat -M-
Longing unfettered, a final release in the cold night, bringing you to the moments of your life. Wake in a cold sweat, heart beating ever faster in those last seconds, as the cardiac monitor plays taps.
"Call it!" "Time of death is NOW."
Just wanted to let you know, this week at Dr Sketchy's (Sat 1st Sep) we have the amazing Mistress Mandrella.. you can snap up one a ticket on our myspace profile. [link] or livejournal community page [link]
Hope to see you there!!
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What happens when Art School meets Cabaret?
Find out at Dr Sketchy's Anti-Art School Brisbane
[link]
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Don't follow the false light, follow your own heart, in what you believe in.
-WTB
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What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do. Bob Dylan
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