music's layout samples

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All the Single Lad(ie)s

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Heart Attack

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Prom Photo Booth

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Be My Valentine

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Kiss or Miss

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Avatar Candy Kisses

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Tunnel of Love

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[music-ecstasy]

Shadowscythe555

Made for Shadowscythe555.

"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.

[music-ecstasy]

Prisym

Made for Prisym.

"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.



LOCATION ❀ words tab tab COMPANY ❀ words
MOOD ❀ words tab tab OOC ❀ words

[music-ecstasy]

Blue Salem

Made for Blue Salem.

"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.





When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.

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Marion-san

Made for Marion-san.

A WINTER'S DAY ❅ A WINTER'S DAY ❅ A WINTER'S DAY
☷☷ IN A DEEP AND DARK DECEMBER tab IN A DEEP AND DARK DECEMBER tab IN A DEEP AND DARK DECEMBER ☷☷
tab ｉ ａｍ ａｌｏｎｅ tab tab tab ｉ ａｍ ａｌｏｎｅ tab tab tab tab ｉ ａｍ ａｌｏｎｅ
tab tab tab tab tab tab ｉ ａｍ ａｌｏｎｅ tab tab tab ｉ ａｍ ａｌｏｎｅ
► tab ɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ ⇊ ɢᴀᴢɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ʙᴇʟᴏᴡ tab ◄
// on a freshly fallen shroud of snow tab tab tab ❄ tab tab tab I HAVE MY BOOKS
// on a freshly fallen shroud of snow tab ❄ AND MY POETRY TO PROTECT ME

"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.


A WINTER'S DAY ❅ A WINTER'S DAY ❅ A WINTER'S DAY

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CannibalCreepshow

Made for CannibalCreepshow.

"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.

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[align=right][align=left][list][size=10][color=#004040][color=#FF003F][b]"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts."[/b][/color] Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. [color=#FF003F][i]'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.'[/i][/color] The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, [color=#FF003F][b]"that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country."[/b][/color] But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.

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"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.


❖ LOCATION :: words tab COMPANY :: words ❖
❖ MOOD :: words tab OOC :: words ❖

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Aiolios

Made for Aiolios.

Heyyo, its yo homeboy Johanzy wit da shizzle off da hizzle fo yo listenin' tings tuhday! So we got dem postin' tingz goinn on up in here, aight, now dat's what I'm talkin' bout! Yeh brudda, we 'bout ta get real fresh aight, check dis one out. We got the big picture at the top, yeh, you see dat right over there, and then we got this other picture hangin' round right beside it- ain't that off the hook! You probably be thinkin' - jee, music's really got it goin' on, what wit these two pictures hanging around. Can't possibly be anymore, righ'? Naw, son! Check it- there's a little box on the other side of this post! No way? Uh, yeah way! You don't believe me, you sure be doin' some weird highlightin' s**t. An' yeh, it'll be right there, hanging out like "ey yo ma homes, what's tha daisies baby?" You best be spitting some mad rhymes back at it, cuz it be keepin all yo words in line for you. Dat's right! One little, eensy, teensy, tiny box is all it takes. mad skill's, aight! Anyway, I be turnin' in fo now, gotta jet, aight baby, but lemme turn y'all over to ma brutha in them literate arts now. Peace out, luh' y'all, mic drop.

Bonjour, je m'appelle Johan Guillory, et je suis un representative de la Guild European des performers vives. Si vous avez les temps, je veux parler avec toi en subject de monsier von Faustus. Il est le Ringmaster de la cirque, oui? Et vous, qui etes vous? Une personne d'acrobatiques? Le fou? Ou peut-etre un qui peut respirer la feu? Ah, pardon? ... Je le voix. Bien, qu'est-ce que vous s'apellez? Ah, c'est vrai? Un beau nom, vraiment. Comment est votre relation avec monsieur von Faustus? Est-ce qu'il prend soin des toutes? J'ai entendu qu'il y avait un grand feu, quelques mois passes. La Cirque de Tromperie n'est pas responsable pour la... Oui? Alors, je dois aller maintenant, pour je suis un homme tres occupe. Mais marquez mes mots; je vais vous en regardant. Bonne nuit.

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[align=right][align=left][list][size=10]Heyyo, its yo homeboy Johanzy wit da shizzle off da hizzle fo yo listenin' tings tuhday! So we got dem postin' tingz goinn on up in here, aight, now dat's what I'm talkin' bout! Yeh brudda, we 'bout ta get real fresh aight, check dis one out. We got the big picture at the top, yeh, you see dat right over there, and then we got this other picture hangin' round right beside it- ain't that off the hook! You probably be thinkin' - jee, music's really got it goin' on, what wit these two pictures hanging around. Can't possibly be anymore, righ'? Naw, son! Check it- there's a little box on the [i]other[/i] side of this post! No way? Uh, yeah way! You don't believe me, you sure be doin' some weird highlightin' s**t. An' yeh, it'll be right there, hanging out like "ey yo ma homes, what's tha daisies baby?" You best be spitting some mad rhymes back at it, cuz it be keepin all yo words in line for you. Dat's right! One little, eensy, teensy, tiny box is all it takes. mad skill's, aight! Anyway, I be turnin' in fo now, gotta jet, aight baby, but lemme turn y'all over to ma brutha in them literate arts now. Peace out, luh' y'all, mic drop.

Bonjour, je m'appelle Johan Guillory, et je suis un representative de la Guild European des performers vives. Si vous avez les temps, je veux parler avec toi en subject de monsier von Faustus. Il est le Ringmaster de la cirque, oui? Et vous, qui etes vous? Une personne d'acrobatiques? Le fou? Ou peut-etre un qui peut respirer la feu? Ah, pardon? ... Je le voix. Bien, qu'est-ce que vous s'apellez? Ah, c'est vrai? Un beau nom, vraiment. Comment est votre relation avec monsieur von Faustus? Est-ce qu'il prend soin des toutes? J'ai entendu qu'il y avait un grand feu, quelques mois passes. La Cirque de Tromperie n'est pas responsable pour la... Oui? Alors, je dois aller maintenant, pour je suis un homme tres occupe. Mais marquez mes mots; je vais vous en regardant. Bonne nuit. [/size]

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Aiolios

Made for Aiolios.

Heyyo, its yo homeboy Johanzy wit da shizzle off da hizzle fo yo listenin' tings tuhday! So we got dem postin' tingz goinn on up in here, aight, now dat's what I'm talkin' bout! Yeh brudda, we 'bout ta get real fresh aight, check dis one out. We got the big picture over on the side, riiiiight over there. You can really see it on the left, the way dude's playin' with that galactical fire and stuff. And I know wha' you're thinking; dayumn, tha's a lot going on in there! With the man, and the fire, and dem colour gradients, you all know I can't never get enough of them colour gradients. Can't possibly be anymore, righ'? Naw, son! Check it- there's a little box on the other side of this post! No way? Uh, yeah way! You don't believe me, you sure be doin' some weird highlightin' s**t. An' yeh, it'll be right there, hanging out like "ey yo ma homes, what's tha daisies baby?" You best be spitting some mad rhymes back at it, cuz it be keepin all yo words in line for you. Dat's right! One little, eensy, teensy, tiny box is all it takes. mad skill's, aight! An' as if that wasn't enough for you cous, check tha top! That's right! Anutha one of 'em brothers hangin' on up there! Crazy, ain't it? Dem graphics and that coding, man, we got all of everything going on in this post! But hey, I be turnin' in fo now, gotta jet, aight baby, but lemme turn y'all over to ma brutha in them literate arts now. Peace out, luh' y'all, mic drop.

Bonjour, je m'appelle Johan Guillory, et je suis un representative de la Guild European des performers vives. Si vous avez les temps, je veux parler avec toi en subject de monsier von Faustus. Il est le Ringmaster de la cirque, oui? Et vous, qui etes vous? Une personne d'acrobatiques? Le fou? Ou peut-etre un qui peut respirer la feu? Ah, pardon? ... Je le voix. Bien, qu'est-ce que vous s'apellez? Ah, c'est vrai? Un beau nom, vraiment. Comment est votre relation avec monsieur von Faustus? Est-ce qu'il prend soin des toutes? J'ai entendu qu'il y avait un grand feu, quelques mois passes. La Cirque de Tromperie n'est pas responsable pour la... Oui? Alors, je dois aller maintenant, pour je suis un homme tres occupe. Mais marquez mes mots; je vais vous en regardant. Bonne nuit.

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[align=right][align=left][list][size=10]Heyyo, its yo homeboy Johanzy wit da shizzle off da hizzle fo yo listenin' tings tuhday! So we got dem postin' tingz goinn on up in here, aight, now dat's what I'm talkin' bout! Yeh brudda, we 'bout ta get real fresh aight, check dis one out. We got the big picture over on the side, riiiiight over there. You can really see it on the left, the way dude's playin' with that galactical fire and stuff. And I know wha' you're thinking; dayumn, tha's a lot going on in there! With the man, and the fire, and dem colour gradients, you all know I can't never get enough of them colour gradients. Can't possibly be anymore, righ'? Naw, son! Check it- there's a little box on the [i]other[/i] side of this post! No way? Uh, yeah way! You don't believe me, you sure be doin' some weird highlightin' s**t. An' yeh, it'll be right there, hanging out like "ey yo ma homes, what's tha daisies baby?" You best be spitting some mad rhymes back at it, cuz it be keepin all yo words in line for you. Dat's right! One little, eensy, teensy, tiny box is all it takes. mad skill's, aight! An' as if that wasn't enough for you cous, check tha top! That's right! [i]Anutha[/i] one of 'em brothers hangin' on up there! Crazy, ain't it? Dem graphics and that coding, man, we got all of everything going on in this post! But hey, I be turnin' in fo now, gotta jet, aight baby, but lemme turn y'all over to ma brutha in them literate arts now. Peace out, luh' y'all, mic drop.

Bonjour, je m'appelle Johan Guillory, et je suis un representative de la Guild European des performers vives. Si vous avez les temps, je veux parler avec toi en subject de monsier von Faustus. Il est le Ringmaster de la cirque, oui? Et vous, qui etes vous? Une personne d'acrobatiques? Le fou? Ou peut-etre un qui peut respirer la feu? Ah, pardon? ... Je le voix. Bien, qu'est-ce que vous s'apellez? Ah, c'est vrai? Un beau nom, vraiment. Comment est votre relation avec monsieur von Faustus? Est-ce qu'il prend soin des toutes? J'ai entendu qu'il y avait un grand feu, quelques mois passes. La Cirque de Tromperie n'est pas responsable pour la... Oui? Alors, je dois aller maintenant, pour je suis un homme tres occupe. Mais marquez mes mots; je vais vous en regardant. Bonne nuit. [/size]

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Robo_iBenny

Made for Robo_iBenny.

"Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts." Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.

Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life. 'One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar.' The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way.

When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way. On her way she met a copy.

The copy warned the Little Blind Text, "that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word "and" and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country." But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again. And if she hasn’t been rewritten, then they are still using her.

Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth. Even the all-powerful Pointing has no control about the blind texts it is an almost unorthographic life One day however a small line of blind text by the name of Lorem Ipsum decided to leave for the far World of Grammar. The Big Oxmox advised her not to do so, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semikoli, but the Little Blind Text didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline.

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Chandra Panesar

Made for Chandra Panesar.

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Sonpi-Chan

Made for Sonpi-Chan in return for sneksnek love.

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Made for khionna.

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