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Birthday
1991-01-05
Gender
Female
Location
throughout the vast infosphere network
Member Since
2004-05-05
Occupation
metal collecter
Real Name
Nazo or what most of my friends call me...Dracula..
Personal
Achievements
pulling myself apart for others, achieving peace with myself
Anime Fan Since
5, ( sailormoon 1st aired)
Favorite Anime
descendents of darkness, tsubasa,chrono crusade, FMA, rurouni kenshin,fruits basket,naruto,trigun, full moon,aria,ghost in the shell, clamp works, and others
Goals
collect even more manga, and rid the world of my misfortunate cousin
Hobbies
reading, collecting manga, sometimes writing poems, and collecting pieces of metal.
Talents
expressing emotion in the ocassional poem, and serious devotion and loyalty
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myOtaku.com: sailorcrystal
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Saturday, September 23, 2006
3 universes meshed
The moon had risen far before I could expect it
Along with that you left only the wind on my doorstep
A whistless flat in my step since the moon had spread it's halo on my computer screen
The logical drives crashed, and the fourum spread like wildfire
Every shred of material left in the place called home, a place of nothing but of what we once treasured
I can no longer see your face, I cannot remember our moments of vitality
nor the reason why I can't bring myself to read your e-mails
Leaning or leaving is the prowress of our infidel
My fast-paced beating is left untuned on the mamogram
Halo's imprinting themselves on the skin of mutli-tab role players
Just the sanscript of our decisions is outlined is screaming to stop.
Cut the cords I`m far too addicted, the cause-effect theorem is unplausible.
Shivering to the tempo of the frigid dance
Just a little bit longer, and the scienide will take the full effect.
An emptyness that betrays the reason for romanticide.
Too much after the common denominator does not break the geas that makes the body ill.
It had not finallized yet, stay the effect to last it a bit longer.
Sleet covering the blood slipped upon the marble mosaic.
Falling into wave-length patterns, our frequency matches that of Gibralter.
The thread-bare appearance does nothing to aid the beggar plowing doen the alleyway.
The stillness of the scene only adds to his character.
The forbidden gates have been labeled from every archway.
Snow drizzles from an early morning sky, and the youthful generation continues to slumber unawares.
The waters have become frigid with hatred marring the tides, they have rippled calously upon the mirrors in infinity.
For reason, a hateful emotion rises out of the dark and pours night's potions that spread like a soft rain without meaning.
Cerberus gaurd of the underworld shows the poetess the way to Persephone's throne. Fall upon the river's boatman, dancing souls greet you.
Redemption. The memories of those float by on the way to destruction swept away on deft currents. A hatred burns in the eyes of the walls in hades opposition.
We stood upon the white as if in a dream, but all of us knew that in this city no one could dream, ever. This landscape so similar to reality but not as cold, and the pain seems to have vanished...
She smiled at me as she saw me, Her siloette neared then I opened my arms wide to catch her. As expected, like an angel she fell into my embrace. She was my everything..
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