Hello, I'm a space shot. I move around a lot to friends' houses, relatives, random places, and other countries whenever I can manage it so I'm not very dependable about being specific places at specific times. This seems to piss people off and often gives them the impression that I do it on purpose... I wonder if they're right... Other than that you can refer to me as Ace, Noc, Inno, whatever really. I have no desire to tell you about my likes and dislikes. Dreams for the future...? Hmm... Well, I have lots of hobbies... ^__^
A merchant in Baghdad sent his servant to the market. The servant returned trembling and frightened and told the merchant, 'I was jostled in the market, turned around and saw death. "Death made a threatening gesture, and I fled in terror. May I please borrow your horse so I can ride to Samarra, where death will not find me?' The master lent his horse to the servant, and the servant rode away. Later the merchant himself went to the market and saw Death in the crowd. 'Why did you threaten my servant?' he asked. 'I did not threaten your servant,' Death replied. 'I was merely surprised to see him here in Baghdad, for I have an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.'
-A Middle Eastern folktale
I am me and you are you
That's why 1 1 makes 2
I was thankded ^_^Here's the pretty thank you picture
Avi Art from Lurvely People!!from Umeko Saitofrom kerryfoxfrom SugarJizmfrom Rayn-En-FireAlice~Rabbitfrom .olivedrabbery.from -stoopid genius-from softheartfrom angel_kannafrom Frosset Helvetefrom Umitefrom Darth Abiha Vastfrom emmkittfrom Chikorifrom Mrs.Popo Head .
The slightest hint of genitals sent people screaming through the streets and burned down churches.
Zack: I think I see ancient runes on those freaking pants. Is he trying to contact the spirit realm?
Dr. Thorpe: I wonder if anthropologists from the future will spend years trying to decode the mysteries of those pants.
Zack: We're from the future and I sure as hell can't decode them
Dr. Thorpe: Maybe somewhere in these photos we'll find another pair of pants that could act like the Rosetta Stone. We need to look for pants that are translated into both English and expressionist quilt.
He's a man of the world. The opium feeds his mellow sophistication. The sunglasses hide the fact that his pupils are the size of dimes.
I don't think that's a mustache, I think a sea bat is hanging from his nose. The woman is laughing at its folly. For they will dine and dine well on fresh sea bat tonight!