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A public service announcementNotice: Notice to all around, I can be rather obnoxious. So just in case here are the guidelines. If:A public service announcement
My music is too loud, tell me to turn it down. Don’t worry I’m used to it. It isn’t rude and will not be taken that way
I start singing, or am singing too loud/poorly for you to stand, feel free to tell me to shut my mouth. I will not take offense. Again I’m used to it. My voice isn’t the greatest or anywhere even close, I know it, you know it.
I am air banding or dancing at my desk, feel free to laugh, even point and laugh. It isn’t embarrassing at all, in fact its fu
by ~moderatelyinsane
My story pt 2+3“Ouch…” echoes through the darkness. The only other sound is the pitter patter of pebbles, a little late on the draw, still falling. A single shaft of light pierces the dark, pooling on the floor. Lying in that pool (or rather flopped like a sack of dirt someone threw down a flight of stairs) is none other than our valiant hero, Justin Kase. Having just plummeted unexpectedly a good ten feet, he kinda has a right to lie there, yet half an hour later he finally does move, the stiffness along with everything else, make it a not fun experience. Master Kase stands slowly, feeling each bruised, stiffened muscle complainMy story pt 2+3
by ~moderatelyinsane
From the mind of The Pale RideI’m there in the endFrom the mind of The Pale Ride
For the rest I’m around the bend Ultimately feared by all For I appear at their lowest point Yet even more by those who fall Yet to some I seem to anoint The ultimate pain reliever For all but the most staunch believer In life and its splendor For those who love and are tender Yet eventually I’m there To pluck you from living Like an inconvenient hair Yet for as many as I can I am forgiving But who ever heard Of a cloaked one who could Save those who have no need To lie in the dust and bleed Hope for
by ~moderatelyinsane
Who am I?I’ve journeyed over mountains and through them. I’ve crossed continents and seas. Even braved the limitless void of space. I’ve dined with royalty and with common folk. I’ve slept in rags on the docks, in feather beds in castles, and in a bedroll under the stars. I’ve walked though peaceful meadows and over blood stained battlefields. I’ve chatted with the famous, and argued with the infamous. I’ve wielded powers of all sorts, from elements, to that massive machinery. I’ve juggled figures with geniuses, stratagem with generals, balls with fools, and conscience with criminals. I’ve seen eye to eye wWho am I?
by ~moderatelyinsane
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- Current Residence: Right behind you
- Interests: Ohh stuff and things
- Favourite genre of music: Rock... old, classic, modern
- Favourite style of art: The type that moves or inspires, entertains or depresses.
- MP3 player of choice: the one that works
- Skin of choice: Pale and pasty aka mine
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
- Personal Quote: "Keep the spirit of maddness in you. Just a little bit, too keep you from being stupid." R
- Tools of the Trade: insanity
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death is a fear tht is eternal but as shadows come all life is lost and then it becomes eternal once again becoming a spiral of death.
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"If I fall down in these heels can I get back up?" Socrates after he got stabbed
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I live in London. A small city on Mars just outside the capital city Wubble.
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death is a fear tht is eternal but as shadows come all life is lost and then it becomes eternal once again becoming a spiral of death.
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I wish my signature wasn't so generic
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"If I fall down in these heels can I get back up?" Socrates after he got stabbed
O o
/¯/___________________________
| BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!
\_\¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
I live in London. A small city on Mars just outside the capital city Wubble.
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I wish my signature wasn't so generic
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"If I fall down in these heels can I get back up?" Socrates after he got stabbed
O o
/¯/___________________________
| BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!
\_\¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
I live in London. A small city on Mars just outside the capital city Wubble.
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Lo siento, no hablo espanol.
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"If I fall down in these heels can I get back up?" Socrates after he got stabbed
O o
/¯/___________________________
| BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!
\_\¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
I live in London. A small city on Mars just outside the capital city Wubble.
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Lo siento, no hablo espanol.
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