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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 8:13 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 21, 2011 9:42 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 30, 2011 3:32 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 4:30 pm
xxJ a n u a r yxxx
xxxxxxxG r e yxxxxxxx ⓄⓃⓁⒾⓃⒺ || ⓄⒻⒻⓁⒾⓃⒺ || ⒶⓌⒶⓎ𝕌 𝕤 𝕖 𝕣 𝕟 𝕒 𝕞 𝕖 ⇒ Hell_Bound_Prince𝕃 𝕠 𝕔 𝕒 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 ⇒ Hell (home).𝕃 𝕚 𝕤 𝕥 𝕖 𝕟 𝕚 𝕟 𝕘 𝕋 𝕠 ⇒ Comatose by Skillet.𝕋 𝕙 𝕠 𝕦 𝕘 𝕙 𝕥 𝕤 ⇒ God, I hate my life.𝔼 𝕞 𝕠 𝕥 𝕚 𝕠 𝕟 𝕤 ⇒Suicidal, angry, depressed. xI hate feeling like this
xxI'm so tired of trying to fight this
xxxI'm asleep and all I dream of
xxxxIs waking to you  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
As he walked back home from the bus stop, the only thing January Grey could think about was if he was going to get jumped again or not. It seemed to happen periodically- the jocks and haters would rush out and find him. They would take his backpack, empty and destroy the contents, then beat him till they felt his was done in for. Last time it happened, about a week ago, he was left with a cracked collar bone and a bloody nose and black eye. He'd tried fighting back once or twice, but their beatings just got harsher when he did. The dark-haired boy looked around, pale skin even paler from fear. He heard the slightest sound of a bush rustling and spun, but it was only a tiny squirrel. He sighed, closing his eyes momentarily, then turned and ran. Running was the only thing that worked for January. He ran from his past, his present, his future. He ran from the bullies, the haters and even the people who cared. He didn't trust himself around anyone but his chat room. Those people- the few he spoke with- they didn't judge him. But, then again, they didn't know who he was or who his brother was. Those thoughts stopped the blue-eyed boy short. He tensed as he reached for the doorknob, looking up. He gently put his ear against the door. One second. Two seconds. Three. Four, five...
CRASH!!
The door swung open as plates shattered. Chairs tipped over, the table with a crack in the center. Why'd he have to take it out on the dining room? he thought to himself, looking around. January nibbled his lip as he stepped in, closing the door behind him. He gulped. "Dad? Hey, dad? I'm home," he called, looking around frantically. It wasn't like his father to go wild like this. Well, not destroying the dining table. The rest - breaking plates, tipping over chairs - was normal. He walked further in, peering up the stairs. If he could get to his bedroom, he'd be safe. From everyone. From everything. January's nerves were frayed as he walked briskly for the stairs, hand tight on his backpack strap. Something snatched his backpack, pulling him backwards. The boy fell back, caught only by the straps under his armpits. He thrashed till he was free and whirled on his attacker. His father was over six feet tall - then again, so was January - and he was covered in tattoos. He was black and leather, had a shaved skull, a mustache. The sight was enough to scare girl scouts. It scared the eighteen-year-old.
His father growled like a dog, ripping into the backpack. He dug through it, looking for someone, then glared up at January when he found nothing. "Where the hell's your homework, maggot!?" he roared, making the boy flinch. "You said you'd let me help you tonight!! Where's it at!?" he demanded, his hand going around January's throat. The boy gasped and struggled, sputtering. "I-I wasn't as-signed any t-today, dad!" he cried, coughing and falling to his knees. He rubbed his neck, looking up at the man. His father seemed to ponder this, pursing his lips. The silence dragged on for a long time, making the young, dakr-haired boy wonder if he would live through the night. This thought came often, ruefully. "Fine. I'm gonna order pizza for dinner if you want to invite any of your little friends over," he said, his voice flat. He walked away, silent. January's eyes were now cold and angry. I don't have any friends, he thought angrily, wretching up his backpack and retreating up the stairs to his room.
His room was dark- dark hues of blue and black and grey. His bed was decent, if not ugly for its rumpled and unmade sheets. He sighed and fell down on that bed, burying his head in the mound of fluffy pillows. He rolled onto his back, sitting up to briskly kick off his black converse. He tugged off the long-sleeve shirt he had on over a Secondhand Serenade t-shirt and laid on his side, eyes boring into the legs of his dark-colored wooden desk. His laptop was on that desk. He glanced up at it, nibbling his lip once more. He got to his feet, walking across thick, dark carpet to the desk. He picked up his laptop and retreated to his bed once more, hiding himself under the covers with the device in his lap. He opened it and logged into the chat room, briskly typing in his username and password, follwed by a list of status updates. He leaned back, typing into the chat box, Anyone out there I can vent to?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I don't wanna livex
I don't wanna breathexx
Unless I feel you next to mexxx
You take the pain I feelxxxx
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 8:36 am
Lady Gaga taught me its okay to be different. Ke$ha taught me to be myself and not care what anyone else thinks. Bruno Mars taught me to do anything for that one person I love. Eminem taught me that life is hard but you can make it through. Taylor Swift taught me not every guy is going to treat me right. Michael Jackson taught me to always love the people around me. Bob Marley taught me to live my life in peace. Music taught me how to live.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:56 am
xxxRomeo, take me
xxxxxSomewhere we can be alone
xxxxxxxI'll be waiting
xxxxxxxxxAll there's left to do is run You'll be the princexxx
And I'll be the princessxxxxx
It's a love storyxxxxxxx
Baby, just say yesxxxxxxxxx  xxxxAs drapes were unfurled from a large window in a spacious bedroom, morning sunlight poured in. Her curly, sandy-blonde hair was unkempt and a mess as the lovely young princess sat up. She reached up and rubbed her hazel eyes sleepily, like a young child would do. "Good morning, your highness," her maid greeted brightly, a smile on her face. The young woman, Imogen Verona Devereaux, returned the smile sleepily, stretching her arms out in front of her and giving a yawn. Imogen shivered a bit as she threw back the large comforter, exposing her milky legs to the cold air. She felt the cold through her night dress, one of thin pink silk. She got to her feet as her maid exited, looking around. The princess tried to remmeber what she had on her agenda for that lovely day. As she did remember, a smile lifted up both sides of her pink lips. There was nothing on her agenda for that day. Imogen couldn't help but squeal. She did a little jump, shivering a bit still, then ran out of her bedroom and down the hall.
She was quick in making pit stops The first stop was the bathroom. She briskly bathed and changed into a pale blue, short-sleeved riding gown. She ran a brush through her hair and tied it up in a ribbon. Next stop was the kitchen. People were cooking large meals for her mother and father, but she happily picked up a fresh apple and a quick sip of some warm tea. She thanked the cooks and ran out, her barefeet almost silent as they echoed through the empty halls of the castle. She flew down a flight of stairs and into the main foyer, then ran out the door. She dashed across the courtyard, her ponytail of gold and amber streaming out behind her. By the time she got to the stable, her apple was nothing but core and stem. The day was bright and warm, not a lick of wind nor a clod in the sky. The birds chirped and the animals frolicked. It was much too perfect to not be out riding. As Imogen reached the stable, she slowed. She heard no grooms or stable hands in the barn and stode in confidently, looking nothing like a princess. Her cheeks were flushed as she neared the stall of her own horse, Ace of Spades, a large Rocky Mountain horse. His coat was sleek and midnight black, contrasting perfectly with his snow white mane and tail.
Grinning to herself, Imogen held the apple core out to Ace, who gobbled it up quickly. She unlatched the stall and ushered him out. Now, most princesses would put a saddle and bridle on their horse as they rode. This princess climbed on bareback, her hands entwining in the stallion's thick mane. She clucked to him, gently nudging him forward with her heels. The horse trotted out of his stall and out of the barn, footsteps heavy. It wasn't long until they passed the cobblestone fence and the two took off. Racing down the empty dirt road, hair flying, the princess laughed happily. She held tight to the beast as he ran, snorting. It wasn't long before Imogen pulled Ace to a slow tro, seeing as how they were on neutral territory. She frowned a bit as her eyes spied their rival kingdom, then set her cheek against the horse's sweaty neck. She knew the war was pointless and stupid- so why did it have to ensue? Sighing, the petite young woman slid down from upon the beast's tall, leading him to where an apricot tree made a large patch of shade. She let go of Ace and he went off, nibbling grass. The princess sat below the tree, leaning back and staring a bit boredly at the rival castle. She was soon lost in thought. So I sneak out xxx
To the garden, to see youxxxxx
We keep quietxxxxxxx
'Cause we're dead if they knewxxxxxxxxx xxx'Cause you were Romeo
xxxxxI was a scarlet letter
xxxxxxxAnd my daddy said
xxxxxxxxxStay away from Juliet
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 3:09 pm
 xxxxSomething wasn't quite right. The bed was all too uncomfortable, too loud as her body moved withint the sheets. The room was too bright. Even though her eyes were closed, she could tell it was a white room with flourescent lighting. And that wasn't right. Where was she, anyways? The beeping of a machine startled her. Not loud, but it was repetitive. Annoying. She also heard voices nearby. Not far. Maybe outside of the room she was in. They were saying stuff about amnesia. A small frown creased her face. She felt it pull down her lips. The faint smell of bleach and food wafted up her nose. She kept frowning. None of this was familiar. Nothing was. She searched her mind frantically, becoming hysterical. Nothing was there. The girl forced her eyes open. A white ceiling with bright lights. She forced herself into a sitting position, wincing a little at the pain in her skull and left arm. The walls were white. The floor was white. The door was wooden, left ajar, and there was a large window next to it. People peered in at her before a woman, blonde and young, tentatively walked in. She was in all white, too, with a very sad smile on her face. "Hi, sweetie. My name's Nicole... Do you remember me?" Too stunned to reply, the girl could only shake her head. "What about yourself? Do you remember your name?" A moment of silence went by. Then a minute. Then two. The woman bit her lip, tears in her eyes.
"...What happened? Where am I? Who am I?" the girl asked quietly, scared to find her voice stunningly prettyasaing-song like. Like the voice of a singer. She felt her own eyes well up with tears. Then, she paused in thought. What color were her eyes? Or her hair? She lifted a hand, looking at the flawless - if not a little blotchy from the cold temperature - pale skin there. Then she looked back at the woman. "Oh, sweetie... Your name is October Kingsley. You're sixteen years old and you go to Glades Central High School here in Belle Glades, Florida. Right now you're in Lakeside Medical Center. You're friend is right next door. Do you re-" The girl, October Kingsley, cut her off, her cheeks now wet with tears. "What happened to me!? Why can't I remember anything!?" she yelled, her muscles tensed but aching from the strain. The nurse looked out the window, making October look the same way. It was a beautiful day... Sunny, bright, warm. No wind, no clouds. "Oh, honey, you were in a car accident. You hit your head... You have amnesia." xx xx xx xx ღ Y o u make me want to r e m e m b e r... ღ
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 1:48 pm
 xReaching for something in the distance
xxSo close you can almost taste it
xxxRelease your inhibitions
xxxxFeel the rain on your skin
xxxxxNo one else can feel it for you xxxεїзxIt wasn't natural, having her wings pinned against her back like a trained falcon. It wasn't natural not taking to the sky at the slightest sign of danger. Then again, it wasn't natural being a seventeen-year-old girl with no parents, no siblings and wings. They weren't clipped but it hurt not having them stretched out. Just like it hurt walking in tight Converse shoes. The girl, looking about five and a half feet tall, looked like any other high schooler. Her hair had too much volume and product in it, but it made her stand out. That was what she wanted. Her clothes were rocker-punk and a little showy, but that meant more attention. She walked by herself in a crowded mall. It was Saturday, around lunchtime. The lunch crowd sat in the food court, chomping down on fattening, sickening, greasey food. Noah Severe, as she went by, gagged a little. It smelled okay, but looked disgusting. She scoffed, gagging a little. But her attention was averted when the noon-high bell sounded it's loud toll. A smirk crossed her face.
A ripping sound came from her dark green shirt as a pair of falcon wings tore through. The sound was loud enough that the whole food court looked at the girl standing on the railing below a window. Her smirk was still wide as every stared, dumbfounded, at her tawny-and-black speckled wings. They were beautiful. Noah laughed out loud, a sound pure and full of life as she lifted off the railing, wings beating heavily. Her skirt rippled in the wind her wings created, her almond-shaped brown alight with the same life her laughter held. Her hair, dirty blonde and - now - decently messy, flew around her face like she was caught in a tornado. The window above was open, letting sunlight pour in, and she flew right to it. Like an arrow, straight and true, as quickly as the girl had revealed herself, she was gone.
The wind in her hair and on her feathers was intoxicating. It was absolutely silent in the wide open sky. The sun beat down on her from above, the wind rushing past. Noah laughed, spinning and diving and dancing in the sky like a bird. She dipped, soared and made u-turns. At first, she'd been hesitant about being all on her own in the world. But, now, she loved it. An unheard music belted out from the suna nd the clouds, filling the empty space around her. She glanced up as the sunlight disappeared. A cloud, large and dark grey, had made its way across the bright light. She frowned a little, slowing in her flying. Her wings beat slowly as she hovered, sniffing the air a bit. It smelt like rain. She nibbled her lip, glancing to her right. Would she have time to make it home? No time to find out. The girl, lone but proud, took off in the direction of the spiky mountains known as the Rockies. A place called home.No one else, no one elsex
Can speak the words on your lipsxx
Drench yourself in words unspokenxxx
Live your life with arms wide openxxxx
Today is where your book beginsxxxxx  xx xx xx xx xx xx The [ rest ] is still u n w r i t t e n
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:23 am
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...and completely miss the diamond.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 8:34 am
 𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓪𝓼 𝓒𝓴𝓮𝓿𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓻 "I'm an angel with a shotgun. " I don't care if heaven won't take me back...▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃♞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah "Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah" Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃♞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
...I'll throw away my faith babe, just to keep you safe.
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:21 pm
xHer name is :: Malevolent NightmaresxBut you can call her :: MalliexShe is feeling :: A little sleepy; kinda bored.xShe is listening to :: Angel With A Shotgun by The CabxShe is thinking :: I'm so bored! No one is online!xShe is currently :: Singing loudly for all to hear and awaiting peoples' posts!Better a diamond with a flaw,
Than a pebble without one.
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xxღ.This is my posting layout. Blabedy blabedy.
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You focus on the scratch,
And completely miss the diamond. They say before you start a war,x
You better know what you're fighting for.x
Well, baby you are all that I adore.x
If love is what you need,x
A soldier I will be.x
I'm an angel with a shotgun,x
Fighting 'till the war's won.x I don't care if heaven won't take me back.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:17 pm
M i s s y R o d r i g u e z ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃۞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah "words in bold and colored purple" Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah thoughts in italics and colored pink Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃۞ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Layout by Malevolent Nightmares
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:29 pm
 N e v o l e C y r u s ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃☣ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah "words in bold and colored red" Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah thoughts in italics and colored black Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ☣ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Layout by Malevolent Nightmares
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 3:34 pm
 Ryderx Mansonx ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃☼ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah "words in bold and colored orange" Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah thoughts in italics and colored blue Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah Blah blah ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ☼ ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Layout by Malevolent Nightmares
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