Lucandrake

http://www.peta.org/cooking-mama/index.asp?c=pcmgb08 Look how they get away with all that blood!

Details! I'll cry every night until I get to play it .

What? It's your b-day?

The potential for this thread to match their thread went down hill when it started on www.1emulation.com.

Her blog posts say she don't give a f***. In other words, go all out!

How many DK's on your server? Btw where is your server!? I'm in Arthas man . On topic: I just bought Burning Crusade (lol I'm late).

No, I don't pay taxes....yet .

Lol I fell from my chair.

I'm just used to seeing that face on all types of "tough" people, I don't figure dev to be like that .

I'm neither happy nor sad, just, content.

Yea screw you gc

Damn, if she was the g/f of one of the members here crap would go butt wild crazy with locks!

Her myspace makes it look real. I honestly don't know if she is though. More pix on her myspace if you like that kinda thing >.>.

So , at first, I was just lawling every 2 minutes, then I came across this... http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fusea...endID=389063875 Now I'm fuking dieing from laughter.

w/e dawg haha

That thread is so epic, it has lawls at every corner!

Damn dude, you need to smile! That face cracked me up :laugh:.

Updated my sh!t, and I expect to keep updating it daily with my journal entries for a while. I filled up nearly halve of two different journals with both notes and my emotions through out the day.

The day begins with my eyes hovering over the smoke filled sky that's been hidden behind the cliff I'm currently standing on. If I was to turn around I'd see nothing but the grounds act of "poffing" seemlessly as, if to shout the words "Jump" at me. Without hesitation I quickly leap, and as the smoke screen begins to clear up, I regonize the actions and events of present as they unfold. I laugh and seemlessly appear shocked as if surprised by the effects of my causes. I couldn't finish this for some reason, I just stopped writing and before I knew it I was on to a new page.

The desire to help is in some cases, the emotion of demeaning and above power to the other end. Many however would agree, that the attribute is a plus in any human, and that when the practice is put into effect, both sides benifit. On one hand, you got the emotionless someone become a toy, with the ability to self manipulate its own batteries, the owner of the toy now has a convieniant additions towards the reason of ownership, and a new friend in suddenly realising that mistreatmeant of it will only result in the departure of said toy. Why is it that the living is easy to treat right, but in terms of setting and taking care of the immovible, we ignore our cause and whine at the effect?

So...excuses! Lets begin a paper with some. I'm tired. I'm bored. I'm sad. I'm deppressed. I don't feel like it. Maybe if I...., Maybe if I didn't...., Maybe if we..., Maybe if we didn't... what if? When if? Why? Why should I? Why shouldn't I? Maybe later. Maybe tommorow. Maybe next week. Maybe next month. Maybe next year. Maybe next decade. Maybe some other time. I don't know. Tons of more to write on paper! But I won't. You already know all of them anyways, considering you use about 100 at a time every day.

When presenting a case to the employers of mass control, the title "need money for education" is read "Hungry Male/Female/Dog Number XXX-XX-XXXX". Rich swines do not make dough anymore, as the old once did, in the past having a brain, balls, and the courage to never back down was enough to control a mass, now in days the same fools are merely used to counter those that were once put in control. So we wait, those with the 3 attributes, to be given a bone/plate of food, and enough money to buy the books others have had in their shelves for centuraies. In that act you either shut of your brain or entertain yourself with another activity. At times it's felt as if this is all done on purpose, but blame is quickly thrown left and right, in all directions. While the ones on top giggle and frown once again at the realization that power != happiness.

Patience. A act of self-enduring norm, a much need skill in this world of everlasting list of requirments to live. As you open the shower curtain in the morning, to await a drizzle of warm water, patience activates at the sudden notice of the shower head deciding by itself to fire cold instead. The car drive, the finding of the keys if not endured through, another skill activates, one that had I been god would not implant on any human being, annoyance. Soon after activating, requires another interview with patience, for at that moment you need to calm, and upon choosing not to do so, your life goes from crap, to crap pile.

I slept all night, for the first time in 2 weeks, woke up at 4 a.m., I'm ready for the few days of good sleep up ahead of me, the shift of my internal clock clenging to the thought of opposite solar truths takes but a mere glimpse of reality before sucking me back in to its deranged idea of sun equals moon as the other is believed to be rule as well. I am forever sickened by the thought that in order for me to dream at night( for dreaming in the day is a sub-concious activity)my body requires pills. In taking those pills it attracts itself to the effect like a 5 year old with his mother, and taking the "help" away would only have the same effect to the child as if to murder her in front of his face.How hard it is to get over something as cruel as taht. I think the difficulty increases when it's merely replicated.

Let's start this year off in a much different form of button maching then ever so-previously. For starters, write, write as much as possible, whenever possible, excel your limits of limitless emotion on paper, and forever carge your brilliant mind inside the collector journals of soon. Scratch deppression, be sad, but to the point of pain. Jump in one dark, and for the week(s) to come you'll spend your effort climbing out. Spell! Corret what others misspell, correct what you missepll, hoever true English is brought up by genius with mass-emotion, brainless dickheads care no more for brilliance on paper then for turds if structure and intellegence aren't present. Sadly those people know not that turds themselves are greater in quality then they'll ever be. Well, bus ride is almost over, peace.