weirdo722
Live each day like your gonna die tomorrow.
poetry
wrote this for school and it actually turned out pretty good.
He's in the wind that blows cold through thew night
Standing right behind you yet always out of sight
Always watching
Always waiting
For the right time to strike
No one can escape when he decides the time is right
He lingers in your nightmares and he desecrates your dreams
He'll take you down below no matter how hard you scream
His cloak is made of shadow and his scythe was forged in hell
The only ones who've seen these are the ones who have fell
His heart was torn out and is strung up with chains
The wasted souls of thousands run through his blackened veins
So when you next go out listen for the rattle
From the labored breathing of the figure cloaked in shadow.
He's in the wind that blows cold through thew night
Standing right behind you yet always out of sight
Always watching
Always waiting
For the right time to strike
No one can escape when he decides the time is right
He lingers in your nightmares and he desecrates your dreams
He'll take you down below no matter how hard you scream
His cloak is made of shadow and his scythe was forged in hell
The only ones who've seen these are the ones who have fell
His heart was torn out and is strung up with chains
The wasted souls of thousands run through his blackened veins
So when you next go out listen for the rattle
From the labored breathing of the figure cloaked in shadow.
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new years
of all the bonehead moves to start off 2007. sitting there at midnight waiting for the ball to drop then ryan seacrest shows up on the screen showing a view of the cleanup crew at times square. thats when we realize this is the midwest and because of the stupid time change your supposed to watch the ball drop at 11.so much for our first new years in missouri.
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updating not that anyone will read it. new pic. i need a good name for a room where people go to smoke pot. its got black lights and a ton of cool pictures and posters. any ideas?
what r the point of these blogs? im starting to wonder why all you people feel compelled to tell complete strangers about your life. somebody please tell me why.
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