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 Posted: Wed Dec 07, 2005 5:52 am
Bob_the_evil_Faerie That really pretty I liked that. ^.^ Why, thank you ^^ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~` When mind lies heavy, Heart lies heavier still. When heart aches, Head aches with it. Does heart know right from wrong? Will heart's voice whisper to mind? Can the mind hear?
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 4:13 am
Trust
A lie
A very
Untrustworthy
Person who will not
Leave your hopes untouched, but
Spoil beyond recognition
Your dignity, reputation,
Everything you ever held dear,
Everything you've ever trusted in
Gone.
Be but a memory, fiend,
I will not trust you again.
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Trust, 05/01/06
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 10:29 pm
*Cheers* Excellent. keep them coming I like them^.^
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2006 6:24 pm
Bit hard to keep them coming all the time razz No one else contributes ^^"
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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2006 11:45 pm
The Real Story of Santa Claus:
Okay, lets see if I can remember this. I tell it all the time, and sometimes I leave something out. I made this up all by myself. It's my own story of Santa Claus. Send it around if you want. I would be honored. Here we go:
Christopher Cringle was born in Germany during World War I. He moved to Japan with his father, who started a chain of sweat-shops that made NFL collective plates. He inherited the shops after his father was suspiciously found dead in his own bed, poisoned. Chris was furiously cruel to his slaves, allowing them only one day off the entire year. With his brutal ways, he earned nick-names like "The Red Man". Later, people referred to him as Christopher "The Claws" Cringle. During World War II, he sold his shops, and fled north to escape capture by American forces.
Much later, after the war, in his journeying through the Chinese islands, he discovered a small colony of secluded Elvis Fans who worshiped the king as a god. Santa enslaved the entire colony, and forced them to work in his new shops, creating Elvis figurines and collectables.
With the millions he collected in profits, and by carefully trading stock and trade, Santa gained majority control over several major toy outlets. At this point, his yearly earning were estimated to be in the twelve-digits. With his power, he went slightly insane, and feared assassination. He fled to the top of the world, the North Poll. There, he built a huge Bomb shelter to seclude himself in.
He has been married and divorced four times on record, and only the first of those four are still alive. There are rumors of a fifth "Mrs. Claus", but it is also only a rumor that Santa is still even alive. With almost unlimited funds, he might have the ability to secretly fund a stealth craft that has been sighted flying over major cities during the holiday season. Many stories have cropped up around the globe about the true identity of Christopher Cringle. When he was still in the public eye, his toy company control around the holiday season gave him nicknames like "Father Christmas" and "St. Nick" as a vague reference to an old Christian story.
Although little is known about the real "Santa Claus", little is probably wanted to know.
-Written by Michael Kelley
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2006 4:08 pm
Sylvier Bit hard to keep them coming all the time razz No one else contributes ^^" I would but I'm no good at writing. I more draw then anything. razz
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 11:54 pm
The Stars
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The sun will rise
Red and angry
Today.
The moon will hide
In the high heavens
Tomorrow.
The stars will cry
The darkest tears
Tonight.
The world will end,
The skies will fall,
The seas will roar,
The earth will burn,
And we will stand by, watch it all...
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 2:07 am
Hope
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Hope
Is just a flower
Given time,
It'll wilt beyond recognition.
Hope
Is like a tree in autumntime
Slowly shedding it's dreams like leaves
Until there's nothing but bare branches.
Hope
Is the netting
That catches dreams and keep them there,
The way the net catches the fisherman's dinner.
Hope
Is but a lie,
The Nightmare that calls itself
Dreams.
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Posted: Sat Jan 21, 2006 2:08 am
Adremmalech The Real Story of Santa Claus: Okay, lets see if I can remember this. I tell it all the time, and sometimes I leave something out. I made this up all by myself. It's my own story of Santa Claus. Send it around if you want. I would be honored. Here we go: Christopher Cringle was born in Germany during World War I. He moved to Japan with his father, who started a chain of sweat-shops that made NFL collective plates. He inherited the shops after his father was suspiciously found dead in his own bed, poisoned. Chris was furiously cruel to his slaves, allowing them only one day off the entire year... -Written by Michael Kelley Rather well written for something you're not sure if you can remember, I think razz Thanks for your contribution.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 12:21 am
Shattered dreams, shattered hopes
Shattered like the pavement stone,
Broken battered washed away,
Ashes made from bone.
Shattered lives, shattered men,
Shattered like the falling rain,
Never living, ever dying,
Everyday a pain.
Shattered stones, shattered glass,
Shattered like a million stars,
Icy wind from outerspace
Chilling the scars.
Shattered, always will be.
Never, ever, my plea...
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Shattered
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 3:15 am
from a time where earth and rogain where same super planet combined filled a space larger than any other planet from that time the story comes
once there was a six passage the six door passage six door on ever side five out six wnet hell the ones left went to heven or to the spirit world no ones wich but walking right door will make powerfull the philoophers stone was to be the folowing day for the frist in history beffore it got forgeten on both sides the war lords talanted at fighting with magic in fact if nuclear weapons were magic they destroy several country similtianusly with only 1 small one
the monk affter day dream took the sword and declared him self a warrior for the good just beffore he found the philophers stone on a rock he looked and lerned how it was made just looking it for the the monk was actually also alchamist working ofr the white rose and pink peddel kingdom besideom that called itself the kingdom of all things good about love it wassent very sucesfull and son fell on the fell after its babtel its pink palace would be remvered any way and there style of clothing soon the adapted bi the emprire of watter wich would for the next more than 10000 bilion years
this time all we can rember the monk walks step bi step the grass moves like a slashing sword beneth him he caries his sword and his arow on his back his white robes shimer in the sun only a bitr while the writeing on the rim of the robes shimers in the sun for the writeing of gold the white hiars of the wise man were long about 2 feet long the edge of the clif more than a thousand feet high he looks into the future with his third eye wich he has neck that can nine day seven months and 5 five years in to the future his angel has a covered eye the coverd bi an extra layer of black robes beth the balck robes alredy there a dark angel set to protecta deaomon trys to eat the angel thacopys the deamons move and kills the deamon with an atack no angel could do that very moment the monk even in his white robes white long hair even he tall at 7 foot high he poures white sand over the edge of the cliff war has been declared on all sides as the other monks also throw at the edge of the cliff in tbe midel of these cliffs there is a circle of green grass the sand gosse up in a circle and lands in some dessert only three ways of into the circle exist once it was the way of not getting noticed as it apred but soon the peopple of the place the called chang and chu lerned how to climb these two coutry have flowing between them the built boats thou the lerned the river is as wide as 2000 large units that are hundreads miles in size and hundreads yards and hundreads of feet the units are so large that it took nine months to get over 1 unit bi walking along the path of never ending roads the palace they then in the midel of the river wich beacame knows as the chu barirer the palce compelty made of gold sitting there the palce was large with ten room each about a half a mile in size the way lerned to climd they made there own groshing tiger and there own shadow killer shadow makker which bame known guckno and ninjano in the land where the protagonist monk we so plesent talk comes from who set the white sand flying ofcourse they had a man bi random coicidence in both contires at the same time just like the rest of the three sides of the war
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 3:41 am
as they hapend to have peopple chang and in chu wich hapend to pass bi there training places without getting killed bi spears into there backs and magaged to watch so tey copyed well infact they became better than the guckno and ninjano combined
they lerned to fight secret fasster anyone beffore or affter bi the tiem one day into the war the white rose pink pedel kingdom and the empire of watter hade atelad a duzen added up in fact they were so good that lamost knew abotu infact so good that almost knows about them the monk walks down back into his land and and up the mound that he calles home but instead wlaks at all ends of the cliff to only discover that the kigdom of everything good about love developed a defence against just walking in that way his men killed half of the viligiers of the viligers of there only vilage thou the maps of one artist was to be retrived in an hour the alchmist monk shot bi an arow and looses the philsoophers stone int he ground the place where babilion is on rogain the fight last long but quite short as the the burnt down reuins are invaded bi a large army the palce get caprtured and the prince swiftly walks leeting down the robes that would these days be coemtned to look like robes only giano would ware
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2006 10:46 am
Why is this not a sticky anymore ?? o.O
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