I seen an angel 'Twas in pain,
And it just broke my soul,
The angel was lost in the rain,
Her heart an empty hole;
The rain had stopped and the tears were there still,
The anger and angst in her eyes, ready to strike and kill,
But the story was so gruesome, I seen in her eyes,
A broken soul, a horrible hell, I see the reason to cry;
"Come with me," I said, "I'll bend those broken wings,"
She nodded and said yes, and unto me she clinged;
"My dear," I spoke as I whispered in her ear,
"I see your angst and anger, and most of all your fear";
At first she held her head down, and not a sound she peeped,
Then crying with such sadness, s
Grim Reapings across the land,
In which every child has no hand,
No voice no opinion,
If they speak they commit a sin,
Welcome to America, friend, the home of the brave,
Where adults decide everything and children have no say,
Come with me, dear child, come with me and stay,
And if one person tells you hush, look at them and say,
"Atlast I have a right to speak, I will not silence now,
I will laugh and play and smile, I will now cower and frown,
And if you strip me of my rights, it is you whom will pay,
For this is the America, sir, you don't control what I say"
Our inner-driven sex desires,
Fuel our inner most fires;
Give in to your estacy,
And get exactly what you need,
Forget about the morals, dear,
It is nothing that you should fear;
With this action we show our love,
And surely not our tanted lust;
The world is ending, do as you please,
And thrust thy body unto me;
Give yourself some forbidden pleasure,
And unlock a greatest treasure;
So with that said, I'm here, my lady,
Just tell me when you are ready
Current Residence: Here, there, hopefully with Natasha. Favourite genre of music: Surf Favourite photographer: I have one or two. Favourite style of art: Style? Doggie style is pretty good... Operating System: Vista and xUbuntu MP3 player of choice: My laptop Shell of choice: Turtle shell Wallpaper of choice: Sheet rock is good paper for my walls. Skin of choice: I prefer my skin, but I wouldn't mind for yours. Favourite cartoon character: No thanks. Personal Quote: I'm busy raping bushes in the sheep. Erm, sheep in the bushes.
Favourite Visual Artist
Anyone in my watch list.
Favourite Movies
Don't bother with them
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
The Chantays
Favourite Writers
Oscar Wilde, Walt Whitman, John Dewey, a lot otherrs
Favourite Games
Bully
Favourite Gaming Platform
PS2
Tools of the Trade
Notepad++, the interblag, my knowledge and experience go nice with that stuff, oh, and Apophysis.
Stereotypes!
RULES:
1-Put a cross in the things you are, so you can see the stereo type the world has of you. Crude!
[ ]I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.
[ ]I'm BLACK, so I MUST carry a gun.
[ ]I'm HISPANIC, so I MUST be dirty.
[ ]I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.
[]I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.
[x ]I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.
[]I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.
[ ]I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST have a sex-tape.
[ ]I'm ARAB, so I MUST be a terrorist.
[x]I SPEAK MY MIND, so I MUST be a bitch.
[]I'm OVERWEIGHT, so I MUST have a problem with self control.
[ ]I'm RELIGIOUS, so I MUST shove my beliefs down your throat.
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Thought this would be fun, so it I will do it!
1. Post these rules
2. Each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves
3. Tags should write a journal / blog of these facts
4. At the end of the post 8 more persons are tagged and named
5. Go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged
1. I wear a size 14 shoe.
2. I was born in Florida.
3. I've never taken it in the ass.
4. my I.Q. is 145.
5. I have testicle cancer.
6. I have low self-esteem.
7. The rain turns me on.
8. I love cold coffee
... and this one is the 's tag:
1- Go grab the nearest book, go to page 18 and type line number 4:
d(xy) = (x+y)*
You don't have to do this but.... You've been poked it shows that you are either a very good friend or a very good artist. If you have been poked then you must poke at least five people on DA that you view as a great friend or a great artist as well as the one who poked you. Happy Poking !