Some over due appreciation.....

[deorcfata.livejournal.com]

I just wanted to take a moment....

to say how much I love dementedheather.

She truley makes me feel speical, loved, and happy. Amd she is a wonderful nurse. Mhm.

smooth...like butter on a bald monkey

[domocles.livejournal.com]

so who's up for pocky? i got chocolate and strawberry ^_^

calling mommy at work

[dangerbaby3000.livejournal.com]

her: "...okay kukla"
me: "did you just call me ku klux?"
her: "kukla! you know, kukla fran and olly? never mind, there were things when we were kids..."
me: "right...sounds like ku klux klan"
her: "i know, huh! heheheh we were easily amused when we kids"
me: "i bet"
her: "oh shut up. alright, knucklehead. i-am-going-to-let-you-go-so-i-can-feed-my-fat-ass-and-"
me: "you're typing while saying that, aren't you!"
her: "hahahahahha yes call-me-soon-or-i-will-kill-you. she told me write back or she'll beat me. hheheheheheh. aww nancy sent me something! hey what's your email so i can send you some of these cute things she sent me?"
me: "danger.baby@gmail.com"
her: "hahaha what?? where did you get that?
me: "i dunno i've had it for like, ever."
her: "okay ima send you some of these things they're so cute! nothing jesus,"
me: "okay good."
her: "alright knucklehead, i'll talk to you later. you're gonna take adam?"
me: "yeah to get his ears done. faaa-aaaagggg"
her: "i don't want him to do it! they look stupid."
me: "yeah they kinda do"
her: "and it's gross how aaron leaves his in a glass at night, or something. and ask adam how he's gonna have those and work at that place, too. and you better leave your phone on in case i don't make it! and don't park in my spot, bitch."
me: "ahahahaha my phone will be on all day i promise. and i wont take your spot."

Wrote that years ago. Sorry for bad expressions.

[herrdersylphen.livejournal.com]

( The Encounter )

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[happynekko.livejournal.com]

This will make you jump, I promise.

http://www.hypertony.co.uk/others/classaudoads.htm

CLICK IT, YOU KNOW YOU WANT TOO!!!!

Caution: Eye Candy

[scryptic.livejournal.com]

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[nienanin.livejournal.com]

Necromancy

I wait inside awaiting your arrival
then finally I see your van come in
Then following in suite comes the group
we are here for a big reunion.

I tell you that there's a polterist
who will only bother you if you bother it
so do not do anything that'll upset the ghost
or you'll be sorry that you did.

I serve you and the group dinner
and tell you that you can sleep over
there is enough room for everyone
but remember, just be careful of the polterist.

Then something happens during the young night
the polterist decides to attack and he chooses you
You have gotten up to go to the bathroom
and have disturbed the polterist somehow
and he has thrown through your soul like an opened window

You lay quietly on the floor
not making any noise anymore
I wake up and everyone else does too
and I put you on my bed and thinking about what to do
I go through my books on necromancy and chose a thoughtful spell
it's a spell that requires music and a wand, a good choice I can tell.

I light sage and other herbs
and took off your top garbs
The polterist has possessed your mind
and will not escape anytime soon.

I sing three song notes
moving my yew wand up and over your body
singing the ghost out of your mind.
Slowly and slowly he comes
but is very reluctant

I push and push the polterist
and sing and sing my heart out
I start crying as I see your body still as a stone
and something has to happen to the polterist soon

I see the polterist on the outside of your body
I gently massage your hand for comfort
and I coax the polterist to come.
Eventually he comes out, I grab my protection bottle

Place the ghost inside and close the top tightly.
Warmth starts to circulate through your body
as I feel it on your hand, your eyes start to open
and looked like they had darkened

I get up and walk to the otherside of the room
start a fire and boiling water
and make up some Sage tea.
I tell you to rest as you start to sit up
for you have alot of sleep to make up.

The tea is made and I give it to you,
you take the first swallow hard
but the ones that come next to follow are easy.
I start to tell you what happened
but realized that I have to take care of Bojo.

I put on my rag cloak, grab my wooden staff
and sheeth my necromanic sword.
I quietly walk up the stairs and out the door
but I stop because the old leader has walked out onto the floor

He asked if he was alright
and I nodded he'll be fine
but I had to do something important
or there'll be a problem.

I run out into the stormy weather
to the gate for the graveyard just yonder
I carefully walked through the iron door
and to Bojo's opened door

I let him out and wait with my sword in hand
and he started to attack me with a full sword
I do not know where he got that sword but I'll
tell you it's not a great ward

He slashed me cross my body
covering the cloth with dark blood
I told him that I'll banish him forever
and he finally fled

I dragged my beaten body back home
and wondered if anybody will be there
I crawled through the door
and saw everyone was on the floor

I collasped right down and there
not moving a muscle when someone picked me up
and I finally opened my eyes just slightly enough
to see my hero looking at me.

I died right there in his arms
with his eyes watering all the time
The floor was stained with my blood
but nobody bothered to fled.


Author's Note: I know it's a little messed up, but I wrote this because I was thinking about this scene in my mind ALOT now, and writing a poem helped get my thoughts out. Suggestions would be great. x-possed from my journal.

Time To Pass the Sharing Stick

[scryptic.livejournal.com]

Where are you from? Where have you been? Where do you want to end up?

Me? I'm glad you asked.

Was born in Vancity, B.C, moved to Australia, then England, South Africa, then back here, then England again then back to Australia and now I'm back in B.C again. I would like to visit Scotland to see my ancestors graves but I'm afraid I haven't the desire to live anywhere but Canada permanently. This is my place.

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[thelonlyone92.livejournal.com]

notiecd i have updated much here

when i think,i seam to just right poems...but i post them in other commutys.

im here and alive,if any care!

GGAAAHHHHHHH!!!!

[imperiouscaesar.livejournal.com]

Okay, need to rant.

I love my father. I hate it when he drinks and gets in his moods.

I hate that realestate prices have gotten so high in south florida I can't afford to go to school AND live in my own place anymore.

I hate it when my mom and dad argue over useless shit.

I hate it when their arguing destroys a decent mood.

I hate that I don't even know if I can afford to do what I really want to, what would make me happy as hell.

I hate that the job market is shit here.

I hate that i left my tea steep way too long, (but I love the reasons why I forgot about it).

Thank you, that is all. I feel much better now. Heh. It's hard to stay in that mood long when you're in love.

Writing Poetry....

[ravenreese.livejournal.com]

In the past few weeks, I started writing poetry. I've found that it is a productive way to release my negative feelings and ideas, much better than many ways I have used in the past. Then I got really brave, and started posting my poetry in different communities. Today I got my first negative review. I was told that my poetry isn't deep enough and doesn't give the reader enough to ponder. I was told that it read more like a story. I feel crushed, humiliated, scared, frustrated, and sad...I feel like maybe I should never write poetry again, if what I am writing isn't good enough to begin with. I am feeling really low...I feel like I should never write anything ever again.....

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[ravenreese.livejournal.com]

Suicidal thoughts are starting to spin around in my head...I'm going down, down, down...so damned sad....................

For all who don't know me

[silentboxer1989.livejournal.com]

My name is Jamison my name is on the patient list if u check it. But for all to keep up i was after the girl whos a goth like me(but because i'm african-dominican they think i'm not)and I told this crazygirl who I hate I like her. To be formal the girl i like is named kandis. So i sat at kandis table for a week i could not talk for some reason but the crazy girl went and told her and i found out she has a bf so screwed

I know this is a bit over dramatic, but shut up and read it

[deorcfata.livejournal.com]

My dad broke the computer, and everything got erased. He didnt even ask if he could reinstall everything. He just did it. Now....now everything I had was gone, exception be a few files I have stored away elsewhere, and some stuff online. But, all my icons, music, modeling pictures, everything is gone.

I cried, like a child. But, you have to understand....hours, days, months of my time all gone. The computer is a HUGE part of my life.

God, im depressed.