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RinAkurei Report | 10/12/2011 6:01 pm
Thank You So Much~~~! blaugh
So, you gonna give me a gaian gift? razz *tease tease*
8itch-of-Space Report | 09/14/2011 6:31 pm
oh your welcome! I really like it! biggrin biggrin biggrin
Riria Li Report | 09/10/2011 7:35 pm
Riria Li
You are welcome, lady.
Red dragoen Report | 09/09/2011 8:01 pm
Red dragoen
buying what? ninja
GummyMouse960 Report | 08/31/2011 6:49 pm
No problem but thank u ^_^
Pumpernickel Dreams Report | 08/31/2011 6:15 am
Pumpernickel Dreams
No Problem biggrin
Leytacle Report | 08/29/2011 3:58 pm
Thanks for selling, and thank you!
xxxmuxicgirlxxx Report | 12/25/2010 4:49 pm
ur welcome blaugh
SigmaRachel Report | 12/25/2010 12:19 pm
its no problem n_n merry christmas
RiotKing Sain Report | 12/24/2010 3:10 pm
RiotKing Sain
No problem, thanks for selling!

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Birthday: 11/30

This Is Me

HEY! I'm Kira, well actually that's what I was almost named lol, my first name is Kayla but there are too many Kaylas so call me Kira if you can remember.
I'm hyper, random, tomboy-ish I guess, friendly most of the time and although I may not seem like it to other people, I am a kind and caring person like even if your someone I don't like if I see you sad or crying, no matter how much I don't want to admit it, I feel sorry for that person and want to help them. So you can say I don't like seeing people unhappy.

I love music, anime, manga, meeting people, making friends and having fun, I live for music and anime. I hate annoying people and people who are mean, so please don't be like that. If ya see me around don't be afriad to come by and say Hi.
My dream in life is to start my own bussiness in fashion or maybe making my own manga and/or anime series, or book series, so we'll see is that works out, but I'm also into (lets see if I can spell this) Cryptozoology, wich is like the study of evidence of creatures whose existence is not proven (thats the best way I can put it). An example would be Chupacabra, Lochness Monster, and Big Foot, and I actually do hope these creatures really do exist. That would be so cool!

Oh and I am completely obessed with Adam Lambert!!Adam is my inspiration, he's so hot and so freaking talented and his music so great!!
Oh and I really want a pet miniature cow. LOL
Ok with that now said I'm done.

For Your Entertainment! OMG! He can sing and dance and is SO AWESOME!

Music Again. So Amazing!

Fever. Love This Song!

If I Had You. Also Love This Song And This Man!! X3

GIR! X3 Best Lil Robot Thing Ever!

More GIR!

Tia Eclipse


<3 I Love You Adam!! <3


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

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