Sunday, March 26, 2006

(BTW I got mine done iz zo cute
ya'll gota c it lol iz black of
coarz wut elz would it B but iz sweet!) ^_%






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Monday, February 13, 2006

Happy Valintines Day
Ok seems I'm a bit dark and drawn to darkness.
"All my loves are suiside and all my lovers razer blades"
Well I doupt I'll be with a wearwolf on valintines day but I hopfully wont be forgotten.
How about evreyone else?

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A Werewolf would fall for you. You enjoy tearing

your victims to pieces. They only company you

crave is your mate and you both want to live

forever together in a cave in a thick forest.


Which Creature Would Fall For You?
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Sunday, January 15, 2006

What do you breath?
You breathe pain,Your heart is broken and you dont know how to fix it or how it got broken.You like dark angels because you feel like one sometimes,betrayed,different.You hate getting close because you dont know how to feel anything but pain..and that is what you breath every second it seems.

What do you breathe?
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Saturday, December 3, 2005

The Ballad of Reading Gaol

The Ballad of Reading Gaol

He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.
***

Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.

Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.

He does not die a death of shame
On a day of dark disgrace,
Nor have a noose about his neck,
Nor a cloth upon his face,
Nor drop feet foremost through the floor
Into an empty place
***

With midnight always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.

And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is pitiless and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.

And thus we rust Life's iron chain
Degraded and alone:
And some men curse, and some men weep,
And some men make no moan:
But God's eternal Laws are kind
And break the heart of stone.

***
In Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a wretched man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.

And there, till Christ call forth the dead,
In silence let him lie:
No need to waste the foolish tear,
Or heave the windy sigh:
The man had killed the thing he loved,
And so he had to die.

And all men kill the thing they love,
By all let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

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Written by Oscar Wilde


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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Wishing on a Star
Be careful what you wish for
because someday it may come true
If you wish death
You'll only make the children cry
If you wish for money
You may miss the land of milk and honey
If you wish for peace on earth
Humanity may fall
If you wish for power
It may be taken away
Wishes are good for the making
but not very so good when they be true
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