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Post by grayson on Jan 9, 2005 11:44:22 GMT -5
what's up all have you guys noticed that we have about fifteen members but only 10 have made posts of any type that's kind of strange can you all tell that i have nothing better to do than talk on this board
<oooooooooo pretty bird> ok back on track wait what was i saying oh whatever post here when you have nothing else to do
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Post by Kaze on Jan 9, 2005 20:40:44 GMT -5
nothing to do.. nothing to do.. nothingreallynothing to do! AHHH! NO marykatenashley flashhbaaackkk! ::kills self multiple times:: AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.,.... ::twitch....twitch.....perish::
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Post by Drake on Jan 10, 2005 1:28:32 GMT -5
I'm really not even gonna ask why you started your own thread when it coulda been said in another section... especially this one.
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Post by grayson on Jan 10, 2005 6:34:26 GMT -5
becase i'm weid dude this is a place to come when you have like writers block and have nothong else to do it is a sanctuary for the life less <me>
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Post by Kaze on Jan 14, 2005 21:30:27 GMT -5
I'm bored. can someone reccomend something to do? please? other than continue procrastionating or doing what it is I am procrastonating over? ^^; thanks in advance for any good advice.
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Post by grayson on Jan 18, 2005 23:44:53 GMT -5
do comics
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Post by Kaze on May 15, 2005 21:17:18 GMT -5
I hurt. Alot. I dunno how to feel better. Can someone please tell me how? Can someone please tell me what I am supposed to do now? Can someone please help me? Because I don't feel like moving forward... and moving backward only makes it hurt more. Can someone please help me? There's a tiger inside and it wants to get out. This Fire wants to consume and devour and destroy. It wants to take revenge upon all it touches and make them pay tenfold for the deceit and the lies. The tiger prowls, awaiting a victim. But I hold the tiger on a lead and tie the flames into the fireplace. And apologize for any damage either may have caused. And the victims chuckle and tell me about their wonderful lives. And complain about how uncomfortable movie seats are to make out in. And tell me how tired they are after a long day with someone they care about. Then my hands tremble at the leads and I wonder if I should drop the cords and smile as they...no...as I destroy everything that I can before it can destroy me first. Writhing, torturous beast within... it is to kill or be killed. That is the thorn of the rose. Why did I hold the rose? Out of trust. And now that I have been poisoned by that thorn... who is to be blamed... you.. or I?
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