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Yo peeps thanks for the warm welcome! never got around to that comment run cuz my dad wanted to use limewire -_- gezz the things a curse and a blessing in the same lol oh well ^_^...anyway whats up? so lets see i'm up at 7 something here which is a couple hours before my body wants to be up all thanks to my sis who lost her house key! so I had to get up to lock the door. umm..yeah i think that is so i guess its time for a question of the day!/song/qoute of the day!!! (I know your all excited!!)
Question of The Day!
If I don't go to warp tour saturday should i get the airsoft shotgun or the airsoft shotgun with the handgun and holster for the handgun?
Song of The Day!
Talking Of Michelangelo - Song
Sirens and Condolences - Album
Bayside - Artist
The sidewalk's cracked and dirty face
Is looking up from underneath my feet,
It's staring at the hallow, broken boy,
Who's lost and wandering these city streets,
And every night I wander here alone,
A night that we won't meet.
[Chorus]
I wonder when.. when I'll finally understand,
Why time can wash away love like,
It was made of sand,
And it's wonderful
The pain that comes with regret,
Sometimes you have to see the beauty,
In all of this loneliness.
The streetlights flicker, and they fade,
Like every good intention that I've had,
And every face that passes through my mind,
And I'll be struggling with these same old dreams,
Until the concrete turns to sand,
And I'm swept up by the waves.
[Chorus]
There's only so many chances that you get to do,
Something that's this important,
Now I'd rather sink than swim.
Sewer grates keep spitting up their steam,
Exhaling all the broken dreams I've flushed away.
And I wonder when, when I'll bow out,
Wash me away like I was made of sand,
And it's wonderful, it's wonderful.
Qoute of The Day!
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what, and what I am is a man in a mask!
...(jumping ahead in the scene)
V:Voilą! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
(hahah i love that qoute and movie!)
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As angry as i sound thats just the way i cover up the way i feel-Bayside