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can best be described as:
*A pessimest
*Apathetic
*Creative
*An Atheist
*Has major brian farts
{insert other words here}
Weapon of Choice: Potato Sclicer
Friends...just a few:
MarzBar-Emily: CoOwner of the Gangsta Glasses Club
Meh neighbor and Medal fo Honor Buddy lolz
The Ham to my Cheez
Twinzy-Evan: I knew my mom was lying when she told meh i didnt have a twin. We have the same views and opinions on everything. He = The Shizz.
Cardala-Carola-DUH the Great Lord Tacco-(notice spelling)Zard Worshiper and meh bestie
{this list continues but i dont feel like continuing it-Msg me if you want your name added}
Music-I shall only put the genre cause if i were to add a list of artists and songs we'd be here for a while.
Likes: Rock, Metal, Emo, Punk, Classic...
Talents:
Writing, Drawing, Photography
Fears:
Agateophobia...but its too late
Atychiphobia
Well thats about it.
Isnt going to put anymore because well, why bother its not like my life is going to be summed up in this one section. Plus why waste my life typing this.
Recent Writing:
You can sit there motionless, speechless, lifeless. But you know, I'm translating affectionate words from this silence that is fighting its way from behind your clinched teeth and bravely escaping your pursed lips. You know I love the striking chords of your muteness. I dub recordings of your stillness. It's the most effective cure for my insomnia, to help me sleep without your presence. And it leaves me with a peculiar complacency. A euphoria perhaps, a culmination of the smell of dust inhaled, from the pulled back blinds and the brilliant announcements of an approaching dawn, lazily pulling itself over the horizon's apex. And from pure white beacons of light, your gentle expressions herald a more spectacular advent trumpeted by the beautiful leitmotif of your breathing. You rise, greeted by my awaiting eyes squinted in admiration, and my lower lip pressed between my teeth, an attentive idiosyncrasy of mine, one reserved for the viewing of awe-inspiring portraits. My stare intensifies as I admire this painting of your absent figure. After the moments of your presence have replenished my peace of mind, I discover what I never wanted to find. You are no one. I am alone.
can best be described as:
*A pessimest
*Apathetic
*Creative
*An Atheist
*Has major brian farts
{insert other words here}
Weapon of Choice: Potato Sclicer
Friends...just a few:
MarzBar-Emily: CoOwner of the Gangsta Glasses Club
Meh neighbor and Medal fo Honor Buddy lolz
The Ham to my Cheez
Twinzy-Evan: I knew my mom was lying when she told meh i didnt have a twin. We have the same views and opinions on everything. He = The Shizz.
Cardala-Carola-DUH the Great Lord Tacco-(notice spelling)Zard Worshiper and meh bestie
{this list continues but i dont feel like continuing it-Msg me if you want your name added}
Music-I shall only put the genre cause if i were to add a list of artists and songs we'd be here for a while.
Likes: Rock, Metal, Emo, Punk, Classic...
Talents:
Writing, Drawing, Photography
Fears:
Agateophobia...but its too late
Atychiphobia
Well thats about it.
Isnt going to put anymore because well, why bother its not like my life is going to be summed up in this one section. Plus why waste my life typing this.
Recent Writing:
You can sit there motionless, speechless, lifeless. But you know, I'm translating affectionate words from this silence that is fighting its way from behind your clinched teeth and bravely escaping your pursed lips. You know I love the striking chords of your muteness. I dub recordings of your stillness. It's the most effective cure for my insomnia, to help me sleep without your presence. And it leaves me with a peculiar complacency. A euphoria perhaps, a culmination of the smell of dust inhaled, from the pulled back blinds and the brilliant announcements of an approaching dawn, lazily pulling itself over the horizon's apex. And from pure white beacons of light, your gentle expressions herald a more spectacular advent trumpeted by the beautiful leitmotif of your breathing. You rise, greeted by my awaiting eyes squinted in admiration, and my lower lip pressed between my teeth, an attentive idiosyncrasy of mine, one reserved for the viewing of awe-inspiring portraits. My stare intensifies as I admire this painting of your absent figure. After the moments of your presence have replenished my peace of mind, I discover what I never wanted to find. You are no one. I am alone.
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