RandomThings such as:
"A river of blood flies into the air, and everyone looks but nobody cares. A hero is breathing his very last breath but he'll soon be forgotten after his death..."
and "I took my gun and shot her...point blank range...into the heart. I loved that cold blooded slaughter...yet it tore my soul apart..."
Few questions for anyone willing to answer.
What kind of mythologies do you like?
What kind of fantasy are you into? (gritty and rough, low magic, medium fantasy or high fantasy?)
What are your favorite names? any names.
Do you like any of the drawings i have? Which ones?
How do you think people in a post-apocalyptic world with psychics should dress?
I dunno, I just might need some ideas. I've pretty much got everything down, I just wanna know what you guys like.
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I still rember the smile when you tore me apart. You took my heart, decived me right from the start. You shot me dreams i wish would turn real. You made me realize it was ALL just a LIE! Sparkling angel tell me why?
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All gifts are curses...
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~Love is like a piece of art work, even the smallest bit can be so beautiful.~
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All gifts are curses...
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~Love is like a piece of art work, even the smallest bit can be so beautiful.~
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All gifts are curses...
'Cause he's made of plastic!
Brain of a Barbie Doll
Arby lives inside a Wall
'Cause he stupid, brains of plastic
And thinking's drastic
'Cause Arby...
Is made of PLASTIC!
hahahhaha...and you say no one ever comments.
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Once upon a time, a time I'm not too sure of, because I think my watch was broken, or maybe I just wasn't using it because I was in the wrong time zone, whcih makes me wonder which time zone is the right time zone. I think it all began during the day time, or else it was a really bright nighttime. So, once upon a time, in a faraway land which maybe wasn't all that far away, since I can't remember where I started or how far it was from the end which might not have been the end, because I'm not all too sure, since no one ever said "Yeah, this is the end." and even if they had, I might not have trusted them. I mean, a random person, just walks up to me and tells me that, and what if they weren't even there at the beginning? How would they know? It would be an entirely different thing if it was someone say, in my family, because then I would know not to trust them. Suppose I got a polygraph test done on whoever this random person was, but that all depends on where I was when the end occured, which is the matter under speculation anyways. So, once upon a time in a faraway land, I met this little indian man, but he could've been inuit or something, I'm not too sure, but who's to say that he's sure? Well, if he was indian, he was an american indian, which doesn't make a lot of sense because I'm not sure I was in America. I might have been in Mexico. I'm pretty sure he's american indian because of his dark skin. So, he was telling me one day (or it might have been a bright night, since I'm still not sure what time it was) Let's just say: He told me once- No, that won't work, 'cause he might have told me more around 6 times, or maybe 7. I'm not sure, because I wasn't really counting. I was thinking about cheese. Which everyone knows is a very philosophical subject requiring oodles of thoughts, so I was very absorbed in it even though he kept hitting me with a chicken telling me to pay attention, whcih I thought was odd because I asked him how much attention was, and he just started screaming. Don't you think if someone is going to tell you to pay for something, they might as well tell you how much it costs? And then...
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