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Who Am I?In the words of Shakespear: "It's ALL Greek to me."Who Am I?
In the words of Faubert: "C'est moi."
And to quote my favorite: "It is to you who it matters, and not anyone else."
by ~weirdone6969
The Goths TaleA long time ago, in a small town, that surrounded a lake, in the region of Brittany in France, there was a very loving couple. They longed for a child many years and one day, their wish was granted. The wife was strolling by the lake when she noticed a little green fairy hopping around on the rocks crying. “What’s wrong?” she asked startling the small fairy. “Nothing my fair lady” she answered politely “and for asking me, I will bless you with the thing you want most.” The fairy hopped on the woman’s belly, touched it with her hands and flew off not to be seen again. The woman continued along her way, thinking she imagined it all. When she goThe Goths Tale
by ~weirdone6969
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That NightThat Night
* For the record, this story is written as if a narrator is telling the story. ^_^
Our story begins with a young woman, her name will be revealed later, sitting on a chair, hunched over a desk writing in her journal. She writes: "Tomorrow is my wedding day! Can you believe it!?! It's finally here! I, Eternite, am marrying the greatest man in the world, Sentorin. After four years of waiting...the day is finally here! Well, almost anyways. Tomorrow at 10 am I will officially be Mrs. Sentorin Echoes. I can't wait! Time to go.. the girls are meeting me at Kirby's dive bar
by ~wanderingpixie
CompetionAlone and useless, I emerge into the night Helpless. I wander city streets, Curious Like a newborn Ready and waiting to explore.Competion
I look up, And see Millions of eyes watching me Waiting patiently for my next move.
I stumble and fall, But something pulls me back up. I am a puppet Made up of
The most horrid of things.
Scars cover my arms Bruises on my heart. Parts of me ripped off and Haphazardly stitched back on I am a rag doll
Waiting to be torn.
People (animals) Pulling me ever
by ~soccergurl2387
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: The 9th Layer Of Hell, I am Satan ~_^
- Interests: Music, Writing, and Friends
- Favourite movie: Chicago
- Favourite band or musician: Currently - Deadstar Assembly
- Favourite genre of music: Metal/Rock/Goth
- Favourite artist: TOOL
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Operating System: Win XP
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite game: RollerCoaster Tycoon
- Favourite cartoon character: Mickey Mouse
- Personal Quote: Death smiles at us all, all we can do is smile back.
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, Paper, Computer, and most importantly, IMAGINATION!
- Website: http://www.deadstarassembly.com
- AIM: WeirdOne6969
- MSN: dig_weirdo
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You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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