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Birthday
1989-03-09
Gender
Male
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Beneath the wrath of my shadow
Member Since
2006-08-12
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Vocalist, Guitarist, Nuisance, Life-Wrecker, and Saint. ^^
Real Name
K.B.
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Achievements
Define "achievements."
Anime Fan Since
Since I saw Vegeta perform the final flash. That won me over forever.
Favorite Anime
Rurouni Kenshin, Suzuka, Beck: Mongolian Chop Squad, Bleach, Peacemaker Kurogane
Goals
Major in Business Administration, own/run record label, open a small cafe (with manga and pocky!)
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Writing music and lyrics, listening, giving advice.
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Guitar, Guitar Hero, perception, living on 8 hours of sleep occuring 4-5 times a year.
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myOtaku.com: Saint Alchemist
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Sunday, September 17, 2006
Just so you don't feel empty... (4:40 P.M. CST)
I know that you're in the car right now
I know you're heading back to school...again...
I know that your head hurts right now from suppressing tears again.
But what I know the most is that I feel like crying myself
Coming to the painful realization that my better half is leaving me once more.
At this point,
A weekend is not enough.
All I can do now is daydream and fantasize about fireballs raining down from the sky, destroying your school to nothing but a burning ruin.
No need to wish me luck,
'Cause luck can't help me here.
Not that it matters, because I'm a celestial ninja leprechaun anyways...but I digress...
I'll wait patiently for your wings of love to carry you to our Eden.
Waiting for you
Hoping, praying,
That you'll miss me, want me, need me half as much as I know I need you.
I don't know if you are reading this
But if you are then I'm sure you understand
I'm waiting
I'm always waiting
And I'll always wait for you
Because you mean so much to me, and I'll never give you up for anything.
My lyrical prowess is like a power drill being run through an ostrich egg.
And I'm wishing on stars that you'll be there for me when I get queasy from looking at the yolk.
And just so you don't feel empty,
I'll say it once more
Twice more
As many times as you want or need to hear it...
And I'll mean it from the bottom of my shoe/boot hybrids
To the top of my shiny forehead
To the tips of my lips that pray your return as much as the rest of me
I love you, Angel, more than you'll ever know.
I love you.
Now all I have to do
is wait just a little bit longer 'til you come home
and I'll show it...
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