Well heres me, Signing off.
P.S. remember now, this saturday is talk like a pirate day, so remember to practice rolling your arghs.


The apocalypseThe sky was torn apart and a million leathery demons descended from this fiery void that had ripped apart the heavens, the earth moved, the roots shifted and the trees became restless. The lesser demons tore and bit pittifully at the now furious treeants, blood stained the soil as these lesser demons where crushed and severed, they die in place of their masters. more and more of the lesser demons swarmed from the crack in reality, and a few larger and grotesque creatures writhed and slipped through the fracture, their large serpentine bodies dripping with viscous liquid. The demons and the dryads were going to war, and the world would bathe iThe apocalypse


House-X-WilsonHouse walked along the street, his cane pounding the sidewalk.House-X-Wilson
He fumbled for his keys, waiting for that moment when he could embrace his extra pack of vicodin. He opened the door to the smell of fresh pancakes, the sound of gentle sizziling and the sight of Wilson standing over the stove, wearing an apron with his usuall white polo shirt and tie.
"What pile of glucose and heart-attack are you making now?" House asked as he collapsed onto the sofa, his arm grasping for that sacred orange canister of relief. "Oh yes, i cant cook. That's original, did you run out of vicodin again House?" wilson asked, looking at his fr


SuicideGrab my heart and feel the pain. Raise my blade to glint in the light. Make the cut and feel real again. Let the blood flow and see my plight.Suicide
Feel the red intoxicate my soul. Why wont the weeping ever pass? Just more fuel, shovel the coal. Collapse in the corner, just a pitifull mass.
Caress the steel and wait the lead. Bansih my fears and await the fun. No one can love me, even when I'm dead. Fall to the ground and fire the gun.

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Books fill the Brain, Food fills the Stomach, Air fills the Lungs, and Art fills the Soul.
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Nihai' Tuyokee=My name in sangheili (Elite-Halo)
The only thing i hate about love is that heart break isn't terminal.
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Books fill the Brain, Food fills the Stomach, Air fills the Lungs, and Art fills the Soul.
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HA HA HA I'M ALIVE!
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Nihai' Tuyokee=My name in sangheili (Elite-Halo)
The only thing i hate about love is that heart break isn't terminal.
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I accept art trades, not requests.
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"Zim is an over-ambitious, self-serving, paranoid psychopath with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur." ~My Dad. XDDD
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Nihai' Tuyokee=My name in sangheili (Elite-Halo)
The only thing i hate about love is that heart break isn't terminal.
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I accept art trades, not requests.
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"Zim is an over-ambitious, self-serving, paranoid psychopath with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur." ~My Dad. XDDD
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