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I throw SongWithoutAName here. That's it. For any of you still coming here looking for this story, and haven't scrolled down to the bottom far enough, there is a link there to 'ladyyatexel.com' which is where this story is hosted now. It's finished there, but I'll keep these old .docs up for anyone feeling nostalgic.
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"Everyone here wraps himself in the thing that burns him."
For anyone who may have been led here by some kind and wonderful soul saying "Read this, it is more entertaining than a root canal," yet knows not what they are getting into, I present the only summary SWAN (our acronym for Song Without A Name, as you well might have guessed) has ever had since "Lana made me do it...":
"Reincarnation is tricky business, especially when it happens more than once to the world's few most unfortunate and unnoticable people. It's even worse when it's the fault of some guy who didn't want to hang on to his keys. Dull the pain with some music and living in your highschool while not taking a single class and decide how badly you want someone to see you standing there."
That said, I would greatly like to put SWAN chunks written by people not me here, so as to have a whole collection in one place. I know a few of you have written them, and I'd love to keep them safe here with the rest of it. If you've got a SWAN beast, send it to me on the e-mail at my DA and LJ pages.
-LYX
All your contents are written/drawn by one Lady Yate-xel, but characters within belong to Jhonen Vasquez, who will never tread these waters.
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