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Christina but you may call this one Reoku
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Bringing forth justice to this new age. With word of mouth wisdom not of my own but in my soul, and poetry from thy heart.
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myOtaku.com: Reoku-Himura
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Saturday, April 8, 2006
Site Over Haul!
Welcome...
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Yup indeed, see any changes? NEVER FEAR!! This one has kept all the urls to the pics that where used before, so when she wants to go back to her roots, they will return ^_^ But never the less...
Ross County Ohio was under a tornado watch yesterday... she's not worried about herself, but the others such as Katrina, or John... gawd.. I wish there was a way to tell if he was alright..this one barely slept last night...
The upgrades where going to be down yesterday but, Myotaku was having some critical errors on their server space, so... its done now XD
Nothing much else to sa really... Err.... yeah.... *sits by computer to wait for John and Katrina to sign on... *whimpers*
-Reoku-
~*_I Love You John_*~
This place... run down, rusted, a beauty devine, a place worth seeing among the clouds upon death.
Now run down, the golden light of God gone, the shimmer of the angel chour's voices! Their books torn asunder.... the papers yellowed with age, the clouds black, the thunder roaring beneath your feet.
"What is this place, I dare not speek?"
What has happened... to this gate, the fall of man? The fall of God? no never, god is all knowing all and forever existing! The fall of Angel's from their clouds, the losing of wings, the feathers stained, with the blood of war.
Whimsical folly, like a sweet child's dolly, this place seems so much of yore... to the core of hell, the path way I dare to see, the fires depth beyond that of the grave, to the head stones of the fallen.
The fog, the fog is thick, the misunderstanding of men grows for ever deeper.
Steeper even then the tallest of Moutian Fore.
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