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music:
Abandoned Pools
slipknot
korn
disturbed
linkin park
some kittie songs
lacuna coil.
OZZY
cradle of filth.
finger 11
Ramstien
S.O.A.D
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"Dude that chick is so hot it makes me want to leave my wife."
"yea i know dude it makes me want to leave your wife too"
We are:
whores
freaks
losers
$1 prostitutes
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
" ’T is 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 name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
Then 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,
" ’T is 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 stillness 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;-
’T is 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 they lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled the 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 upon the culptured 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 farther 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 more
Of ’Never-nevermore.’"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy 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 gloating 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 hath 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!-
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 name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name 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!
Let’s be spooky. Lets have fun!
We’ll scare ourselves before we’re done
with ghosts and goblins - winds that howl -
Things that fly and things that prowl.
We’ll talk about such creepy stuff
until we both get scared enough
to hear things that we cannot see
and see things that just cannot be.
Let’s be spooky - you and me
At the door of life by the gate of breath,
There are worse things waiting for men than death
~Things to do at walmart~
teepee as much of the store as you can
dress and redress manniquins as you see fit
play soccor
play football
test-drive bikes....out of the store
steal a walmart vest and make an announcement over the PA system
try to ring up your own items before the cashier does
walk around in a long coat, humming the james bond theme song
talk to yourself....loudly
turn all the radios on the polka(or country) station at full volume
hold a seance next to the cash registers
try to climb the pop display
hide in the clothes racks and grab peoples ankles who try to take the clothes off the
rack
barricade yourself in a tent in the middle of the store and tell people that the world is
ending
place filled carts at stategic areas throughout the store
follow 10 ft. behind people from the time that they come into the store until they leave
as people leave, place more items in their basket so the alarm goes off
throw randow(soft!!!!) items into aisles adjacent to yours, and listen for the screams
put "wet floor" signs on carpeted areas
rearrange cds to your own special alphabet
have cart races up and down aisles
juggle the big bouncy balls from the toy section
bring a pillow and blanket and try to spend the night
go up to an employee, whisper"code three in housewares" see what happens
ask if they give haircuts
ask if you can buy a shopping cart
challenge other customers to duels with tubes of wrapping paper
get a group of friends and some lawn chairs and sit in the entertainment department and
watch an entire movie together; bring popcorn
take items from other people's baskets and add them to yours
dress up as a power ranger
make up an item and ask new employees if they have any in stock(Ex. "Do you have any
shneeps?"
put a pack of skittles on layaway
repeat everything the store-clerks tell you
roll cans of soup down the aisles
say things like, "Would you be so kind as to direct me to your Twinkies?"
strategically scatter those novelty dog poops throughout the store and wait for some to
announce "cleanup on aisle ..." then yell "BAD FLUFFY!"
switch the men’s and women’s signs on the doors of the restroom.
take up an entire aisle in toys by setting up a full scale battlefield with G.I. Joes vs.
the X-Men
try to fly on a broom. if anyone asks what you are doing tell them in a very annoyed
voice, "the brooms don't work!"
leave confusing messages on the typewriters/computers
make signs boycotting walmart, stand outside the store waving them
go up to an employee and ask why they think people actually buy their crap anyways
bring a camera and say that you need an interview from the manager because youre doing
adocumentary on america's worst walmarts
i will eat when i am hungery
i will drink when i am dry
if some one wont kill me
i will live till i die
]"I could choose to be purely good, but I will not.
I could choose to be purely evil, but I will not.
I will be neutral.
In that way I am free to be what suits me best, and no man can predict my actions."
Purity Knight, age 20, was found murdered near her home. She was abducted following a
stalking incident, the abductor sent investigators several notes and photographs. A child
witness found Knight while she was still alive. She gave him a note to deliver, which was
found in a stolen library book
Purity Knight disappeared following a stalking incident outside her home. According to
reports, a neighbor noticed a man in the brush outside her home. The suspect was not
found, but his camera and film were later located near the chase scene
Dave
I thought it was some kind of sick game but now
I'm going to die if you don't do something
I know I will die I am badly hurt. Please come
let me out - Dylan the boy can help you - just
come let me out and we can talk.
Hurry
Purity
Breath in. Breath out. You live. I die.
im an infection in your life.
its hard to get rid of me.
"......she told me that she had a gun... and thats she used it once
befor......"
Suicidal thought run through my head, if you lucky i will be dead.
cut one vien, cut two vien cut them all befor i go insane.
bleeding out fast is what you want. you dont show it but you know it.
what am i supose to do but say one thing with my last breath.......FUCK YOU
Look but dont touch.
Touch but dont taste.
Taste and you are fucked
......I have something for you. i dont want it anymore.
oh and what might that be.
thirdy-two hours of pain all at once....all for you........
I hate you
with a passion.
I will not deny.
I will not lie.
I will not die,
but you will.
The day you take over your life is the day you are an adult
Work for what you got
love is the slowest form of suicide
MUSIC IS LIFE, LIFE IS MUSIC.
my favorite time of the day is midnight. its not in the day but who care’s? do you. o
well. live with it.
you can not kill what you did not create |
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