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Well this is my yaoi rp profile that i love dearly. biggrin I will do any yaoi rp and go to any extent. Anyways this is my avi plaese feel free to donate....I said please.



Item List:
#0000FF Complex Shirt M
Ancient Katana
Ancient Katana
Belted Pants
Black Goth Boots - M
Dark Cape
Dark Halo
Drop Dead Gorgeous Onyx Skull Choker
Drop Dead Gorgeous Oynx Skull Earrings
Flame Sword
Flame Sword
Mochi the Puppy
Morgana's Gloves
Nitemare Scarf
Shadow Spirit

Estimated Total: 2,979,529 Gold
(Estimated with known item values on 13 February 2007)
I made another dream avi. Give me your opinion on which one I should do.


Item List:
Ancient Katana
Buttoned Down Fauna Boots
Card Shark Bands
Drop Dead Gorgeous Oynx Skull Earrings
Elegant Black Satin Vest
Flame Sword
Flame Sword
Morgana's Gloves
Nitemare Scarf
novaFlare Pants
Whip of Fire

Estimated Total: 2,577,076 Gold, 6,000 Tickets
(Estimated with known item values on 24 April 2007)

Yay so there is my avi and here is my fav. hot guys oh and hot yaoi.

X-AMOUNT OF WORDS
relapse
prevent trigger intent
now drown
high strung
say x amount of words

you're solar, bipolar
panic disorder
seems harder and harder and harder
still you try to control it

you mold, you mold
yeah you shape to mold
oh you're bold you're bold
but your shape is bold

you're a symptom superficial
to what they call knowing you
minus the speed,
could you imagine the phobia?

your brain is faulty wiring
the reason for tiring
keep treating the curse,
imagine the worst
systematic, sympathetic
quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
your heart is prosthetic

a plate of quite peculiar
on a dish of my own
a tablespoon of feather
tickle me to the bone
give me recipes for happy
with the chemicals gone
drinking freedom from a bottle
to the tune of belong

i'm sick of shaking
never waking
from the hell i achieve
i never knew you till you left me
with the crying disease

another curing, reassuring
way to buckle the knees
so mistreated, i repeated
never blessing your sneeze

now deleted and defeated
i will stand on my own
yeah your memory that punches me
has broken the bone

give me recipes for sorry
i'm admitting i'm wrong
still your memory that punches me
has broken the bone
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~Whether you are homosexual or not, you should read this. Love is not defined by color, creed, or gender.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a f** everyday

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson."

This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of hate. Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado. KILLED BECAUSE HE WAS GAY!!!~