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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:44 am
I have no illusions of being a great artist, great poet, or great storyteller
but you may find any of those here, depending on what boredom drives me to do....
Feel free to comment.... if you really want to
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 8:46 am
 Kyo... and his blanket  one of Tarotess..... drawn a long time ago
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 6:18 pm
Kyo looks pretty much like Kyo. good job. mine would be a deformed stick figure with no mouth and a lop sided head.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 9:25 am
xd i love that picture you did of me Brat heart *hugs* heart
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2006 10:00 am
 one of my first ever avi sketches
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 7:23 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2006 2:18 am
the Bob one is very good. no doubt, Im highly impressed.
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Posted: Fri Feb 24, 2006 10:02 am
 one small step out of my usual comfort zone.. mrgreen
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Posted: Thu May 04, 2006 6:51 am
Too Soon Gone
How could this have happened?
I mean, Prom is in just a week or two
She already has her dress.... and it's lovely
A moment of stupidity
Thought they were just having some fun
Riding, chasing the other car, waving to friends
Spinning... that sudden jolting stop
Sirens..... so many people
A cop getting sick on the side of the road....
..... because he'd never seen an accident this bad
Yes.... her dress is ready
but she's not going to Prom
Her date died in that crash
Now she walks alone,...... crying
Shattered..... lives, families, dreams
-in memory of Davy, Dath, and Poo-
----gone from this world April 27, 2006----
(the oldest was 17)
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Posted: Fri May 05, 2006 3:17 am
no people if you haven't already guessed the girls not me...but one of the many people I've met in my life. Just so no one worries about it being me
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 11:16 am
Taking another spot.... for all those little "what are you?" thingies blaugh
Your an Angel Demon, you love magic spells and leather
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You are a mysterious person. Most people don't know what going on in that head of yours and you'd like to keep it that way. You hardly ever talk and if you do it's short and quick. I hope you can try and open your self up a little more but if not that okay too. ^_^
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 3:56 pm
man... thats one sad poem... last year, 3 Freshmen died at my school. 1 was hit by a car while mountain biking... the other 2 were riding in the trunk of a car, when the unlicensed driver lost control of their vehicle, and spun out... they were both thrown from the car, and landed in the middle of oncoming traffic.... they were both hit by a van, and died pretty instantly... it was a bad year for the Class of '08.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 6:16 pm
I made an attempt at making a belt for the Evin Champion Since Flip didn't laugh his A$$ off when I showed it to him, here it is 
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Posted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 5:54 am
This was gonna be the worst Christmas ever, Santa grumped to himself. A craptastic finish to a craptastic year. Damn... everyone.
Damn the toy manufacturers' for not cutting him as good a deal as they had in the past. The free word-of-mouth advertising apparently just didn't have the same value nowadays. (Look, Santa gave me a new .)
*sigh*
He'd even tried to cut a deal with them, allowing them use of his North Pole manufacturing facilities in exchange for a lower price.... but the lawyers (damn them, too) had started screaming "Copyright infringement" and "Breach of contract".... and other nasty sounding things rolleyes
And, to top it off, Mrs. Claus got.... 'distracted' while making up the Christmas Cheer and put in way more alcohol than the recipe called for.
She'd obviously sampled enough of it before locking it up (where the hell did she hide it this year?), that she passed out and burned several batches of cookies. Smoke city in the kitchens.
Santa was guessing that the elves had helped with the sampling, either that or they'd been into the wacky weed again. Their off-key, squeaky renditions of "Santa Claus is coming to town" and "Jingle Bells" were really getting on his nerves. Probably came from being.... underemployed.
Damn kids.... no one asked for just a dolly or a wagon anymore, things that the elves could make..... Had to be a name brand item... and let's get specific about model, color and stuff too. Sheesh. Damn greedy kids.... were they satisfied with one item? s**t no. Lists and lists, pages and pages...... and would it hurt them to put a "please" and/or "thank you" in their letters?
Dammit, I wish I could cancel Christmas, Santa thought.
Well, he snorted, I did try to.... sorta. I did call my lawyers to tell them that I quit.....
Hung up the phone to the tune of "Failure to deliver on contractual obligations" "Breach of contract" "CLASS ACTION LAWSUIT".
Hrummmmphhh.....
Santa finished packing his specially magically enhanced (pat. pend.) bag, that could carry millions of gifts, but still fit in the back of the sleigh, and began to trudge down to the barns.
That was going to be another problem. Rudolph (that damn ingrate) had convinced all of the other reindeer that they needed to Unionize rolleyes
Now they were on strike.... wanting 'better working conditions'. C'mon, ya little shits, you only work one night a year. The rest of the time, you eat, sleep, play and take up space. *disgusted snort*
"Hey, fat-boy.. Hope you like hoofing it this year" Rudolph couldn't resist a comment as Santa trudged past. Santa ignored him and the rude suggestions made by the other reindeer. By God, Santa thought, when I get back, I'm gonna whup on that boy 'till his a** is as red as his nose. The idea lifted Santa's spirits slightly.
Now, Santa wasn't planning on making his deliveries on foot this year, he was headed for a small shed at the end of the lane. The shed looked ordinary, drab even, but the creature inside......
Santa set his bag by the doorway and entered the shed.
"Sweetheart..... are you awake?"
A glow appeared in the back corner of the shed as the creature rustled the straw while rising, her motions accompanied by a tinkling sound, like a crystal chandellier being touched by a light breeze.
"ping?" the creature questioned as she came near the stall gate.
"I need your help tonight, Sweetheart," Santa reached in to stroke her neck, "Will you help me?"
The creature's chime-like voice sounded again as she nodded her head.
Santa opened the gate and the glowing silvery horse-like creature stepped out. She was the purest white from the tip of her horn, to the tip of her wings, to the tip of her tail.
As they stepped out of the shed, Santa retrieved his bag and Sweetheart, the alicorn (winged unicorn, if you hadn't already guessed) lowered her wing so he could mount.
"You know where we need to go?" Santa tapped the PDA strapped to his wrist to bring up the first destination.
Sweetheart nodded, then flapped her wings, springing upward.
"SCAB..." yelled Rudolph, "we're gonna get you when you come back"
Sweetheart's response was a discordant note. Santa grinned, because it sounded VERY rude.
..and so Santa and Sweetheart went off into the night to make the 'contractually demanded' deliveries. Rich houses and poor houses, apartments, condos, homeless shelters...... Santa sighed, this was the last time he was gonna do this..... Never again.....
Finally, the bag was getting empty, the long night's ride was nearly done.
"About time," Santa growled.
Then, he frowned.... What the hell...? he thought. This was a poor neighborhood.... and he'd just spotted a little girl, out in the snow. Was she homeless, injured....? Santa was worried....
No..... she was pouring something, something glittery, out onto the snow.
Santa was curious now.... so he had Sweetheart land near the child.
He tapped on his PDA screen.
"Hi, there," he said, "You're Bree, aren't you?"
"OH," she squealed in surprise, "S-Santa?"
"That's me," Santa knelt to be eye-level with the child, "What are you doing?"
"I'm putting out Reindeer food, so you're reindeer have something to eat. They got to be hungry after flying all night...." She peeked around Santa, looking for reindeer. Her eyes got VERY big when she saw Sweetheart.
"The reindeer couldn't make it this year," Santa said, tapping on the PDA again, "Bree, what is this? You asked for something for your brother, and for your parents.... but you didn't ask for anything for yourself. What's going on?"
"Well," Bree looked down at her toes, "Danny needs a new game to play, 'cause he's in the hospital.... and he gets bored there. Mommy and Daddy need things, 'cause they're sad all the time. I just want Danny to get better and for us to be happy again..... but I didn't think that was something you could do"
Santa stared at the little girl for several minutes.
"Are you sure there isn't anything else that you want.... for yourself?"
"Wee-eellllllll," she started.
Groan.... Here it comes, Santa finched mentally.
"Could I.... could I," Bree twisted to peek around Santa, "could I... touch.....?" she nodded at Sweetheart, and looked up at Santa with pleading, saucer-sized eyes.
Santa blinked a couple of times in surprise....
"Well," Santa took the child by the hand and lead her to the alicorn, "let's see if she's willing."
Sweetheart sniffed at the child, then nodded.
Bree gently ran her fingers over the alicorn's nose and cheek, then threw her arms around the neck, hugging it.
"Oh, you're so beautiful."
Sweetheart blinked a couple of times.... in surprise, then lowered one shoulder and wing.
"She's asking you to ride her," Santa lifted the surprised child and put her on Sweetheart's back.
"OH,.. I couldn't," Bree started......
Santa mounted too.... "of course, you can," he said as the alicorn took off.
Squeals of delight punctuated the short, but memorable ride. Bree was yawning hugely when the alicorn landed.
"I think it's past your bed time," Santa nudged the tired child toward the house. He stayed in the yard and watched as lights being turned on and then off marked her passage to her bedroom. When all was quiet, he checked his PDA again... that had been the last stop. He glanced again at the child's house.
"C'mon, Sweetheart," he said at last, "Let's go home..... We've got a lot to do.... to be ready for next year."
The End
Merry Chrismas
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Posted: Mon Mar 12, 2007 9:14 am
Random post of nothingness.... so that Flip doesn't move me to the Graveyard rofl
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