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LivingIt was just a stupid game at a stupid party. It was two years after the accident. Well it wasn’t an accident. Not by far, but that’s what everyone called it. “The Accident.” Like it was the title of a blockbuster movie, or a paperback novel. I think they called it that because they didn’t like thinking that kids could end their own lives. They didn’t like to think that they really had that little control over us. I hate it when they call it ‘the accident’.Living
It was Lizzie’s eighteenth birthday party. We had thrown her this huge surprise party at her boyfriend Alex’s apartment. Most
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Of Horses and FiddlesFor as long as I’ve know Michael, I’ve been blaming things on him. Though I suppose that’s to be expected, that’s what brothers are for isn’t it? Technically he’s not really by brother but he might as well be. I was an only child, so best friends make good brother-substitutes.Of Horses and Fiddles
It all started in the second grade. It was the end of the third week of school, at recess when I really met him for the first time. Both of our families had moved into town that summer and neither of us had any friends yet. Most the kids didn’t like me. I was small and shy and an easy target for the playground bull
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AngelsFor as long as I have known Michael, I've been blaming things on him. I hated him, even from that first moment. He was still a baby, barely three years old, with that round, happy face, mop of shiny black curls and tiny fat fingers clinging to any hand he could find. He was the perfect little boy that Mom had always wanted. He was what she wanted Gabe to be. And since Mom blamed Dad for what Gabe was, I blamed Michael for everything that went wrong from that tenth year on.Angels
I had loved Gabe, and I loved Dad, but Mom never loved me and I was never particularly fond of her. She didn't want a thin, lanky, pasty-faced girl. She didn&
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Black ShuckI'll tell you of a maid so fair Who had run out of luck.Black Shuck
He came, the beast of the abyss The great old dog, Black Shuck
Sweet highland Rose, herslef did start A fright she could not stand. There before her stood death quite still To spread fear on the land.
Black Shuck, the cruelest of all fears I've come for you my dear.
The prophecy shall be your end Or maybe it shall not. You may just live another day Or maybe you will rot.
Did she die this maid so lovely Her heart did race so bold. When he came, the great old bla
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- Current Residence: the some where that is no where in my heart
- Interests: Reading, writing, music, and such
- Favourite movie: Nightmare Before Christmas, Lion King
- Favourite band or musician: Snow Patrol, Amber Pacific, Blink 182
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Alternitive
- Favourite artist: Amy Brown
- Favourite poet or writer: entirely too many to list. and many there are
- MP3 player of choice: yippy i got a new one - creative zen nano plus, its pretty nifty
- Favourite game: Kingdom Hearts; cuz i suck at video games, but dude it has disney characters in it, whats not to luv
- Favourite gaming platform: i realy dont know, im realy bad at video games!
- Favourite cartoon character: Gaz from Invader Zim
- Personal Quote: Good better best, never let it rest, until your good is better and your better is best!
- Tools of the Trade: I see with my ears and hear with my eyes all the triumphs and failures of the world arround me.
- AIM: greenfantacy
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WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
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WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
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WAR IS PEACE
FREEDOM IS SLAVERY
IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
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just laugh it off
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*HUGS* TOTAL!
give Shalazar more *HUGS
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I'm Pride!Ed in The Fullmetal Alchemist Crew!
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just laugh it off
omg look it has a balloon, just like me! *points to the little 'mood' emotacon in the corner*
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I guess my train of thought left me at the wrong stop, and now I'm lost.
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My inner child has issues...
Truth be told
There is no truth.
We've lost the moral to the story-
The seduction of the Light hath come
To reap the pleasures of the Dark.
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