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Time:08:40 am
queensimia has secret, sordid fantasies about saddroid and acts them out with keysha_chan!
jakiifan, we all know the truth, come out of the closet.
uknownprincess1 smokes "special cigarettes" right behind jakiifan's back!
babydollxox and orotaku secretly peed in radioinactivity's cornflakes.
uknownprincess1 has been thinking of going on a machine-gun rampage for six months.
jakiifan saw something they shouldn't have in p_ushover's parents' bedroom...

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Kylieeee...why do we always end up back at this point, hmm?
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Time:02:52 pm
You are John Cleese! You have a very silly walk.
You have difficulty contoling the volume of
your voice and you have supiror skills when it
comes to defending yourself against fruit.

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Time:06:13 am
You have an animal soul! Arent you lucky! You are
very interactive with animals and can
understand them even if you dont speak their
tongue. The birds arent afraid of you, deer can
eat out of your palm, and every dog will roll
over for you. As an Animal Soul, you follow
your instinct, sometimes making rash decisions,
and not thinking properly. If you dont
understand something, you reject and push it
away, and can get very disastrous when angry.
At the same time, youre a very kind person who
can make people feel better, and are
understanding and compassionate. One of the
great things about you is that your rarely
jealous, and know that you have to share and
help other people if you want to survive this
world. You are very loyal and optimistic, and
can make it through the toughest times.

What Kind of SOUL do you posses? (For Girls only) Incredible Anime Pictures!
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not exactly me on all the points

SadDroid's LJ stalker is thegreenmonkey!
thegreenmonkey is stalking you because they think you are rich and they want your blingbling. They are also in jail for murder!

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and all this time I thought I was stalking him
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Time:08:46 pm
foam Y slush IE: True... does Red bite?
AbsolutionBot: yes
AbsolutionBot: hard
foam Y slush IE: ow.
AbsolutionBot: and in the right spots
foam Y slush IE: like fingers?
AbsolutionBot: ...that can be taken any way you wish
foam Y slush IE: LOL
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Time:02:44 pm
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Time:09:48 pm
Current Mood:amusedamused
Ghost Erol! WoOoOoOoOo

Den thought for a moment, tapping his chin. "I suspect he would be the type to just stand over your bed and stare at you while you sleep. Nothing else. Just stare at you. And he would be everywhere you looked, but never did anything to you." He thought again, "Or maybe he would try to run you over with a Zoomer."
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Time:09:59 pm
You're Element is Night. You're a loner who is very
creative but never show your work to anyone.
You may smile a little but sadness or
loneliness surround you and other can feel it
when they're near you. You have a dark or
unusual beauty that makes you mysterious and
you probably have a lot of secrets that you've
never told anyone. You're beauty is intriging
and unorthidox but the real thing that makes
you special is your eyes. Something in them
makes them like "Diamonds in the

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Time:08:42 pm
Current Mood:blahblah
So, I was attacked by a rabbed staircase railing today. It tried to skinn my pinky, but I got away with it still attached.

Me: Um, mommy? Is it bad if my finger's blue?
Mom: ...Let's get some ice on that

Worse part is, it's my right hand, so i can't draw or write because of it. Plus now I can't use either hands well (since the other one's wrist is still screwy). Maybe I should just cut them off.
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Time:08:13 pm
Current Mood:giddygiddy
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Time:01:40 pm
Current Mood:artisticartistic
He was a jerk.

I remembered him well. He'd always stand there on the corner smoking his damned cigarette -- I told him they would kill him someday. He said he wasn't afraid to die. Day, night, rain, sun; he always was out there. I asked him if he had a home or someone to be with. He said his home was Hell and that the person he had to go home to was a devil dressed in blue.

He became a comfort to me - it was almost like I knew the day was going to be okay when I looked out my window and he had smoke rising around him. He'd play with the kids, and flirt with the girls. I never told him this, but I think he had found a new home.

Then, one day he was gone. All that was left was a burned out butt and a memory. It was years before I saw him again. Even then, I don't think I really saw him.

He was an angel.


Not many people knew this name. He was just That Guy – everyone knew who they were talking about. He was a mystery to most; only a select few new the real him, and most of them were dead. The ones who were still alive were too afraid to repeat those dreaded syllables.
He was a creature all his own; no one could tame him. He was a beast that would escape whenever some one tried to hold him down. There was nothing that could keep him in one spot.
He talked in riddles. Whenever someone asked how he was, he’d answer in a hymn, praising some God that existed only in his mind.
He may have been crazy, but no one cared. He didn’t hurt anyone. He defended those who were weaker than he – like some sort of deranged Superman.
He became the Guardian Angel of the street corner he stood on. He became the neighborhood children’s new jungle gym.
He was able to forget about his past, and the life he had lived in. He was able to move on.


Lynn owned a store on the corner that He’d always stand at. It was a store full of magazines and stale potato chips. She’d spend her days behind the counter of the rundown shake, trying to make enough money to live, while the chance at a real life slipped from her fingers.
She still remembers the day when He showed up. He didn’t make a remarkable entrance like a superhero or angel might. She simply bent down to pick up a dollar she had dropped from the cash register and when she looked up, he was there.
“Pack of cigarettes,” He nodded to behind the girl, voice like chocolate.
She blinked out of surprise, but nodded and turned to grab the nearest pack of tar, “New around here?” she asked, turning back to him.
He nodded, “Seems like a nice enough place,” she laughed.
“Yeah, well, whatever...” she took the money he handed her. He smiled and walked outside.
He didn’t go far from the store. He leaned against the store’s wall and lit up. Lynn watched Him from a moment before returning to her magazine.
He was there when she closed up that night.
“Don’t have a place to go?” she joked, locking the door.
“Not any more,” He sighed, taking a last puff from the cig.
“You know, I’m not supposed to say this because I sell thing things an’ stuff,” she stuffed her hands into her pockets, “But those things will kill you.” She nodded to the butt He through on the ground.
He shrugged, “That could be nice,”
Lynn blinked. She looked him over a moment, “What’s your name?”
“The color of blood and the flavor of fire,” He said it like it was perfectly normal for people to answer in this way, “It’s getting late. You should get home, Lynn.”
She nodded confused to say the least. It was only until she was walking through her apartment door that she realized she hadn’t told Him her name.

“The color of blood and the flavor of fire” rang through Lynn’s head for all of the next morning. He had stood there all night, not talking to anyone or leaving to go anywhere. He went into the store sometimes to by a drink of an outdated cream cake. Each time He smiled broadly at the girl behind the counter, like friends that had known each other all their lives.
He was there when she opened the store that morning. He smiled as always.
“Did you spend all night here?” she asked, not looking up at Him.
“Yeah...” he said simply.
“Didn’t it get cold?”
She didn’t bother to ask what he did to solve that problem. He probably didn’t even realize that there was another person talking to him – His eyes seemed to look through her.
He followed her into the store. He looked at the snacks and caffeinated sodas intensely.
“If you wait, there’ll be some coffee soon,” she offered.
He shook His head, “Naw, I hate coffee...” He finally looked up from the dried-out ho-hos, “Those doughnuts look good, though.”
She blinked, not even realizing that she had doughnuts in the store, “Umm...those’ve probably gone bad,”
He picked one up. He turned it, inspected it, and stuffed it in his mouth. Lynn cringed slightly. He swallowed hard, “They’d go well with coffee.”
“But you said-“
“Mehh,” he waved a hand, walking up to the counter, “No one listens to what I say, so why should you be the first?”
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