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| Member #4313 created: 2006-06-20 17:27:13 | Simple URL: http://fake.swedma.com/4313 |
I wanted the Aviators back!
Gangsta?
My friend just dressed me up in Aviators, her hat (thats a Vans hat bitches!) and her jacket...eek
haha, Grillz...no not real
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| Age: 22 | Year of birth: 1989 | Month of birth: 4 | Day of birth: 5 |
An insight to the randomness that is ME: I don't want children, but I know what I want to name them. My nickname has been Kitty since I was a baby. I'de love a gay guy as a friend. I am for abortion. I am Athiest. I hate people. Pandas should hurry up and go extinct. I can be really callous. (refer back one) I get depressed for uknown reasons. One moment I will be high and laughing at nothing, the next I'll be really down and feel like crying. My favourite words are: melancholy and innevitable. Oh and Pleb because it makes me laugh! hehe I often faze out and miss what goes on around me. I am slighly psychotic but I enjoy it. I believe in Karma and reincarnation. I click my kneck side to side better than they do in the movies. I would love to be a vampire. I am obssessed with the colour purple. (I've dyed my hair twice) The strangest things excite me. My favourite playist on my iPod has 207 songs on it alone. (and counting) I hug trees when I get the chance. I've been a fan of Lost since the very first episode. When I win the lottery I hope to buy MCR from Reprise. I also have a strange obssession with llamas hehe. When anyone mentions the word llama or purple I get excited.
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Some of my fave poems, please read them! A Poison Tree I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears Night and morning with my tears, And I sunned it with smiles And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright, And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine - And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning, glad, I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree. By William Blake
Shadows are surrounding, My shattered heart is pounding. White broken wings are silent, Yet the storm is growing violent. Falling fast into my hell, Never again to soar nor sail. Goodbye to you my one true love, For you did not catch your falling dove. By Edgar Allen Poe
Broken
Standing in the mirror, I’m staring back at me,
A shadow of my former self, I’m broken, can’t you see?
My fragile mind destroyed, by all your evil lies,
Through my love for you, I couldn’t see the coldness in your eyes.
You told me that you loved me, and you would forever more,
These lies ran through my veins like blood, and seeped into my core.
I can’t believe I thought you true, but now you’ve had your fun,
You turn your back on me, and now there is no one.
My rage, my anger, surges forth, the bathroom mirror shatters,
At my feet, my broken soul, shredded, lies in tatters.
Now your lies flow from my veins, the floor turns crimson red,
The evil, you bestowed in me, now is truly dead.
My eyes, they stare at nothing, the spark of life will flee,
Lying still, in a pool of your lies, I’m broken can’t you see?
© Laura Lodge (My sister) [~sminx~]
<center>p.s. If i promise not to kill you... will you message me?</center>
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