Saturday, September 17, 2005

Captain's log #1
I was a young man of 15 the year was 1345 A.D. and my father had recently left to the war, a civil war between two cities located in the middle of nowhere somewhere in spain. The war had been going on for three months now and it was a simple cause of who had the better guns. My home "malfuerte" was winning the battle even though we were losing a lot of men and while recorces ran high there were few that could us them, the other competitor "la alteria" was doing just as worse only they did not not have so much supplies as we did. A foot soldier for the infantry was my role model and my third creator, the one I called "daddy". It had been only three weeks since he left and I had already began to miss him, my second creator and mentor (my mother) mostly raised me alone with my brother "jose" and my sister "katrina". We lived in the safest part of the city in the underground area, a damp dark underground cave that is filled with bats and a small spring, people started inhabiting in order to get away from the outside destruction. The cave is located in the middle of the city where it is lighted and fed energy from a power plant near by, I live in apt. number 46419 where I spend most of my day. Although I have been doing nothing since my father left I feel like nothing should happen while he is not around, or rather I don't want to do anything without him. But today that will all change, today i'm going to venture out of the protection of the appartments to explore the cave. log out.

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Saturday, September 10, 2005

Monster bash
Step right up every body, step right up. Private message me a monster that you think is real or mythical creature you think is real (the boogey man, angels, centars, etc.) and I will do research and see wethear it can really excist in the world today of if it could have excisted in the past.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2005

Dark poem
well what is death what is life, they seem to have both dispear and fright.

how can we see what's wrong and right when all consumes us when all is night.

the life the we wake up to every day, to tasks to problems to death delay.

the end we seek will never come for we do not choose it we have no say.

I hurt inside, it hurts so bad. to hurt is to know and to know is to die.

for god knows all but he can't tell all for then all would know all would be god.

why are we here we do we live for all of this only a dream. something so sweet something we love only lasts as long as a short sweet song.

these words have no meaning nothing to hear, just turn around and cover your ears.
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Friday, July 22, 2005

   I FINALLY HAVE OVER ONE-HUNDRED VISITS!!!! I'DE LIKE TO THANK ALL OF THE OTAKU MEMBERS WHO VISITED MY SITE AND MYSELF FOR MAKING THIS USELESSLY WONDERFUL SITE! THIS IS A TIME OF CELEBRATION!!!
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Monday, July 18, 2005

can you answer these two riddles?
1:I happen when you least expect it, even though you know I might happen. I take no prisoners and yet I still take my victims. No one has ever survived me and told about it, I am the most feared entity on the face of the earth.


2:Even though you may never really appreciate me, many would give anything for me. I am always with you and always with those around you full of me. I can be given if you know how to give me, and when I am given no one is ever hurt.

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Saturday, July 16, 2005

la vida te train sorpresa
life brings you surprises.

(It's in spanish, and no not train as in choo choo. train as in try. also it's supposed to have accent marks but I don't know how.)
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Thursday, July 14, 2005

   joke number two
Lost Child: A priest, a Rabbi, and a naked Buddist walk into a bar and,
(SUDDENLY A RABBI COMES OUT OF NOWHERE.)
Rabbi: HEY!!!! I'm tired of hearing these dirty jokes, with the priest and the rabbi and what knot. Why aren't there any jokes about comidians?
Lost Child: o.k. then,
two comidians were fishing when one asks the other,
(SUDDENLY A COMIDIAN COMES OUT OF NOWHERE.)
Comidian: Look kid you can't make fools of comidians just because some Jewish guy tells you!
Lost Child: but don't you make fools of your selfs already?
Comidian: that's beside the point.
Lost Child: You know what I was going to just tell a plain and simple joke but you guys just ruined it for me, "RUINED IT". Well now i'm going to ruin the both of you,(pulls out a hand gun and goes baserk on them)DO YOU FIND ME FUNNY NOW HUH PUNKS?
Lost Child: Holy cow, what have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE? theres only one thing to do, throw these bodies in a Mcdonalds dumpster somewhere and leave to japan where I will change my name to Pee Long. IT'S PERFECT!!!!!!

(Lost Child is later caught in japan where is arrested for impersonating a comidian, they knew he was not a comidian because he wasn't funny :)
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Saturday, July 9, 2005

and thats not all
Hey every body, don't forget to read my stuff and add coments and look through my archives. Because if you don't your mother and or father plus your dog and or cat combined with your uncle and or aunt also your sister and or brother will disapear mestyriously. oooooooowwwwwwwwwwww
wwwyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyoooooooooooooooo
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Friday, July 8, 2005

Glory Of The Bull Fight Under The Sun
The roar of the crowd in the stadium, the booming aria of the trumpet in the band of mariachi entertaining the crowd. That very aria that silences the audience ,and reveals the matadors hiding behind the two giant bronze doors with beautiful sheer designs. The two matador’s uniforms shine in the sun light and the their cloaks wave in the wind. Following them are the lackeys, the ones that tier the bull so that it will not be as fierce as he is when he enters the ring, and behind the lackeys are the horse men with their weapons to stab the bull in the back. They enter the center ring of the stadium, and just as the gladiators bowed to their ruler (Caesar) so do the matadors bow to the judges. After showing their respect they take cover behind the wooden post as to protect themselves from the bulls might, and the horse riders leave. The trumpet solo which most all people are familiar with is blown again, and the doors are opened a second time to release the bull. It is a wonders site to see the bull see, he charges into the ring and runs around the ring as if to show off his power and stamina. At this point the lackeys take the ring while the powerful bull is still running lose, the lackeys taunt the bull and the people scream as the bull barely misses the lackeys and aims it’s sights for the capes the have. All together they tier the bull slightly and the horse riders slowly come back out into the ring. The lackeys slowly lure the bull to the horse riders so that the horse riders can have a clear shot at the bull. When the bull has notices the horse rider he charges for it, and before the horse rider has a chance to stab the bull in the back his horse is rammed and flipped over by the powerful bull. The lackeys lure the bull away as the others help the fallen man, and the bull prances around in a sense of glory. The prance does not last long for the second horse rider rears up the bull and stabs him with his spear, he stabs him three times before the crowd starts to tell him to stop in an uproar. After their job is done the horse riders leave. The stabbing is not over yet as one of the lackeys takes two banderias (sticks with spear tips) and drives them into the bull, another lackey does the same as the first but on of the banderias does not stick. The bull is tired and bloody but still he stands in the ring with his head held up high, by now the sun is at it’s hottest and one of the matadors leaves his wooden wall of a shield. Armed with his cape and his sword he confronts the bull and taunts him so that the bull will charge at his cape. The bull charges the first time and goes through the cape while the matador spins around in elegance, a small “ole” is shouted by the crowd. After the first charge the matador sits down and the bull charges a second time and yet again it the bull goes through the cape, a loud “oollee” is shouted. When the bull has finished his second attack he stops to try to regain his strength, at this point the matador bravely yet foolishly walks up cautiously to the bull and touches his horns (the crowd roars at his bravery). The matador taunts the bull some more so does the bull attack with a charge, the battle goes on for a long while. Finally the bull collapses in exhaustion and the matador draws his sharp sword to put the bull out of his misery. All is silent at this very moment and the matador takes his shot and pushes his blade into the already bloody bull from his back into the heart. The crowd roars in delight and the judges wave a white handkerchief, at this the bull fighter draws his knife and cuts one of the bulls ears and presents them to the judges as a sign of respect for the powerful bull. It is all over and the bull is carried of, as the crowd cheers for the powerful bull and the valiant matador.
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Monday, July 4, 2005

   Mr. Phobia
private message me your biggest fear and i'll make it ten times worse guaranteed, mwahhahahahaha (darn it that cheesey laugh makes me sound not frightning). Seriously though I will do research on it and make it ten times worse.
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