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Le réalité et toi, vous ne vous entendez pas, n'est-ce pas?

weird oddball who has no idea what to write about herself

i love to go to the play ground and watch the kids run around and scream, but they don't
know i'm using blanks.


In marble halls as white as milk,
Lined with a skin as soft as silk,
Within a fountain crystal-clear,
A golden apple doth appear.
No doors there are to this stronghold,
Yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
What am I?

Alright so im going to add what i look like...to a degree...
i am 5’8"
brunette
blue eyes, most of the time
um...people tend to mention my eyes alot..though i like my lips personnaly... esp in the
morning when they have that just been kissed look..full and sensual..all pretty like..yeah
ok...keep it pg at least..... i hope..
um...anything else in particular..just ask..i might answer...

Goes over all the hills and hollows,
Bites hard, but never swollows.
What am I?

ill add to this eventually..you all can learn how truly insane i really am in time
to come..

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
What am I?

http://anakmoon.deviantart.com/


Intelligence is like a river -- the deeper it is the less noise it
makes







Yeah so i stole this turtle fairy tale from someone i know though they will never know
becasue i know they never look at this stupid site of mine any how..so..nahhaahh

The Turtle Fairy Tale

There was once a boy. His name was Fred. One day Fred met a turtle. The turtle told Fred
his name was Bob. Bob told Fred that he was really a wealthy prince but he was put under a
spell by the evil witch Helga. Helga, Bob said, was a very evil witch that hatedprinces,
and she turned every one that she came across into a turtle. Bob explained that being a
turtle sucked because it was boring and he moved very slowly. The only interesting fact
Bob could tell Fred about turtles is that they are capable of breathing through their
butts. The only way to end the curse and make Bob a prince again would be to have a human
feed him a piece of a sandwich. Fred looked at bob, and looked back at his sandwich. Then
he stomped on Bob and continued on his way. Turtles can’t talk.

You can see nothing else
When you look in my face
I will look you in the eye
And i will never lie.
What am I?

If you break me
I do not stop working,
If you touch me
i may be snared,
If you lose me
Nothing will matter.
What am I?

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I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.


I will always cherish my initial misconceptions of you.


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You’re just jealous because the little voices talk to ME.

I don’t have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.

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The fact that no one understands you doesn’t mean you’re an artist.

Did you have anything to do with the failure of
Preparations A thru G?
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I like you. You remind me of when I was young and stupid.

I see you’ve set aside this special time to humiliate yourself in public.

Please try to get the voices in your head to come to a consensus.

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I’ll try being nicer if you’ll try being smarter.

I’m already visualizing the masking tape over your mouth.

I’m not being rude. You’re just insignificant.

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I’m really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me.

No, my powers can only be used for good.

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We’re the team that puts the "K" in "Kwality"

Someday, we’ll look back on this, laugh nervously and change the subject.

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Thank you. We’re all refreshed and challenged by your unique point of view.


I don’t have a solution, but I admire your problem.

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What am I? Flypaper for freaks?

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Yes, I am an agent of Satan, but my duties are largely ceremonial.

You are validating my inherent mistrust of strangers.

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How about never?
Is never good for you?