Aeri wrote: pretty sure its the puerto rican genes
Add maor heatz.
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[spoiler][/font]Poisoned by the snakes in the grass/ Hoaxed by the rats out the maze/ They should have never poked the lion as he pass/ Cuz now it's two hawks in a cage/ This a tale of a cautionary kind/ This a story of that Icarus design / This a message from the hanged man's twine/ This when mother nature rips apart the fault lines/ And this the type of case that make a grown man cry/ When feeble of the spine crumble underneath the grind/ When blessings of the meek lead to lessons of the blind/ When Heaven shows its teeth and the planets are aligned/ So amusing the feeling as they race off/ Got 'em musing from the pressure as I chase off/ Should have thought it through before he turned to face off/ Now this fool sounding like he gone and turned his bass off/ This an ace caught, cut the game short/ You don't want to have an escalation of the maimed sort/ And you don't want to feel the flame that burns pride/ Now you know the reason why those sleeping dogs lie[/spoiler]
I love this hair but it's sooooo hard to keep dyed. e.e
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Aeri wrote:I love it too! Also-- you don't age either!
That's because I DO drink embalming liquid in my coffee. ;c
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[quote]Carue: I think Noirres a bit of a legend Noirre (Mod): In what way, pray tell? Carue: well you're a rather good writer, pleasant, friendly and good looking Noirre (Mod): <3 you silver-tongued devil Shadicara: Silver? Carue can I have your tongue? Carue: if you like Carue: its licked Noirre's bum just now Carue: but you can have it[/quote]
"Every position must be held to the last man: there must be no retirement. With our backs to the wall and believing in the justice of our cause, each one of us must fight on to the end."
Earl Douglas Haig, Order to the British Army, 12 April 1918
So death, the most terrifying of ills, is nothing to us, since so long as we exist, death is not with us; but when death comes, then we do not exist. It does not then concern either the living or the dead, since the former it is not, and the latter are no more.