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 Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 9:59 am
I went down to the bottom of the ocean where the dead people go.
 Full Name: Harold Jace Brown Kensson
You Can Call Me: Harold
Gender: Male
Age: 28
DOB: December 1st, 1980
Persona: Reticent.
Likes: All forms of art, movies, cello, Bjork, the sea...
Dislikes: Drugs, being cold, being alone...
Friends: Syd, Meth, Sigur, Niraj...
Aquaintences: Calum, Etah and Tia
Enemies: None...
Mate/Love Intrest: None...though...I suppose I am interested in someone...
Offspring: None..
Parents: ...
Sexual Orientation: STRAIGHT.
Theme Song(s): New Slang by The Shins Gobbledigook by Sigur Ros
Most of the time I just stared up through the water, hoping I could get just one last look at them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:23 am
I went down to the bottom of the ocean where the dead people go.
Lines by Ririka!
Most of the time I just stared up through the water, hoping I could get just one last look at them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:24 am
I went down to the bottom of the ocean where the dead people go.
Sydney: I couldn't save him...but I promised to stay with him.
Meth: We still get drunk together.
Sigur: Purely a business partner.
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Calum: He's a nice guy, I suppose...I shouldn't be too angry. It really was never meant to be...
Tia: She seems lonely.
??? [Etah]: He spit on Tia. Hehe...
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Niraj: Not sure if I should forgive him.
Most of the time I just stared up through the water, hoping I could get just one last look at them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 11:25 am
I went down to the bottom of the ocean where the dead people go.
I suppose it was out of character.
Though I'd been so silent over the years,
It was only because there was no one to talk to.
I took my bike,
My cello,
And some gifts.
I rode to the Fjord,
Wishing it wasn't so cold,
And I stared.
I closed my eyes,
Felt the wind,
Smelt the salt.
I pedaled hard,
Went the fastest,
Fell off the edge.
I clung to it,
As I clung to you,
Felt the cold fill my lungs.
It was not my last ride into the sea.
And it wasn't the last time you would see me.
Most of the time I just stared up through the water, hoping I could get just one last look at them.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 2:31 pm
I went down to the bottom of the ocean where the dead people go.
12|9|08
I felt the need for one more birthday spent alone.
I also felt the need to be with them.
So that's why I did it then.
I honestly thought I'd still be alone, though.
But, well, I'm not.
I've found them all.
I am...
Somewhat satisfied.
Most of the time I just stared up through the water, hoping I could get just one last look at them.
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