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To a believer.Fancy me a fool?
Some sort of ass or mule?
You've got to be kidding,
when you say an invisible force will do its bidding.
In the winter you give children toys;
but your clergy bugger little boys.
But oh wait there's more,
funny ones, they bang their heads against the floor.
Blow up buildings for something they read in a book,
wonder how cunning was the writer,
bloody clever crook.

They're all the same,
innocent people they blame.
Aren't you a bit too old,
to believe the madness you are told?
This weird obsession,
of believing in one.
Look at the Greeks,
they had many- now that was fun.

Every time they open their mouth,
even more nonsense th

Sophie and Phillip's pesterlog-- CheckeredFlynn [CF] started pestering SharpShooter [SS] at 10:08 --

[10:08] CF: Hey Phil :3

[10:09] SS: umm..yeah..hi. (:

[10:09] CF: Watcha doin? o:

[10:09] CF: As in, you know. Besides being all cool and shit c:

[10:09] CF: Have you reached the God tier yet?

[10:09] SS: nah..

[10:09] SS: I'm just here taking a break from a troll's still buggin' me about that shit

[10:09] SS: like, how I'm all going to be powerful and stuff

[10:09] CF: You WILL!

[10:10] CF: Dude, I'm a fucking Mage of Blood!

[10:10] CF: what can be more fucking stronger than that?!

[10:10] SS: You did got your self killed in that un-cool, sleeping, rock bed ri

1Z Listu do Zjednoczonych Krain.
"[...] Pokonaliśmy Niszczyciela dzięki Poświęconej. Osiem krain kiedyś oddzielnych teraz się zjednoczyły. Woda, Morze, Światła, Mrok, Ogień, Wiatr, Czas no i epicentrum Wiara. Cykl ten zakończył się ze śmiercią Adhary Poświęconej i Sana z Ahmalem którzy byli Niszczycielami. To daje nam nowy cykl. Cykl Talizmanu Mocy. [...]"
Plac ćwiczebny Akademii Jeźdźców Smoków był prawie pusty. Na środku areny stała dziewczyna miała zamknięte oczy. Jej czarne włosy z grana

Baby StepsTake a deep, calm breath
Hold it tight
And let go
Baby steps
Air in
Hope in
Temper in check
Baby steps
Growing up is overrated
Indepence?
Is coming
Slowly.
Baby Steps.

Goodnight, CthulhuSing a song of madness,
An Old One never dies.
Four and twenty Shoggoths
Baked in a pie.

When the pie burst open,
The guests began to scream.
Wasn't that a wicked dish,
To complete Dagon's scheme?

Lord Cthulhu sleeps in R'leyh,
And sees us in our dreams;
Nyarlathotep babbles in the dark,
And feeds upon our screams.

The cliff-ghasts now are flying free,
Hunting for fresh meat;
And if they catch you dreaming,
Your doom will be complete.

Pome to MortBlurble and blargle!
The fungle's like marble...
The flustig is blowing,
And such is the way,
Of stating your case,
When reason holds sway...
It's not that I'm jaznick,
Or terribly garblous...
Or wanting a chat,
or something quite farblous....
So whenever your fungle
is open to air,
and your blushniks are blushing...
Without any fears...
A short danggly missive,
portraying, your wishes...
will suffice to inform me,
(oh it's just so delicious!)
Of when you're on, netwise..
so both of us, (gleebly)
can verily cheerably,
greet appositely,
and nothing unsightly
shall mar the endeavour
when gaily, together,
We'll mingle our rhymes....

Limerick List1)
I see outside of my dream a bean
Who is compared to me more clean,
And I sit and wonder
If it was a blunder
That this really green bean was queen.

2)
The bell went off with a bing!
So in my defense, I took a swing
With my trusty old fish
Who just went squish
To this monstrous thing with a wing.

3)
This is a song that is sung by a singer
Because they have a splinter
From some kind of card
With an over protective guard
Who has, at his side, to mark his victory, a bell ringer.

4)
It is My bad to say it was a test.
However I see, but it still maybe a jest.
To us who love fleece
And Swiss cheese,
We’ll make it through with lots of zes

The reason that students must learn history"Sir! Why should I learn history?"

I gave him a clout with my knuckles.

"Oh! Why are you hitting my head?"

Again, I gave him a clout with my knuckles.

"Shit! Why are you hitting my head? Why should I learn history?"

The student protests again. I put out this splendid answer.

"If you did not remember that you hit, When I hit you again, Could you avoid?"

PeoplePeople jump, dance, and fly.
They can be happy or they can cry.

They have pets like dogs and cats,
And dress them up in funny hats.

They learn and think,
And eat and drink.

At night they make theaters ring,
When they act, dance, and sing.

Then they go home and sleep,
By counting many little sheep.

OnCe UpOn A mOtHeRfUcKiN tImE OnCe UpOn A mOtHeRfUcKiN tImE tHeRe WaS a LiTtLe MoThErFuCkEr.

ThAt GrEw Up SuRrOuNdEd By OtHeR lItTlE mOtHeRfUcKeRs.

tHeSe OtHeR lItTlE mOtHeRfUcKeRs WeNt OuTsIdE tO pLaY a KiCkAsS mOtHeRfUcKiN gAmE.

tHe MoThErFuCkErS fOuNd A bUnCh Of SqUaRe ShApEd MoThErFuCkIn MiRaClEs.

ThAn EvErY mOtHeRfUcKeR dIeD bEcAuSe ThE mIrAcLeS wErE tOo MoThErFuCkIn AmAzInG.

tHe EnD.

hOnK :0)

Am I funny?does anybody else have that problem
where you're chilling with some friends
and you think of something incredibly witty
and then you start laughing
and then you realize you haven't said anything out loud
and then everyone's staring at you
like you're bonkers
and then you start crying
because nobody understands how hilarious you are
and it's so hard to explain
because you're choking on your
tears of embarrassment
yeah?
no?
oh...
okay
just me?
whoops.
ha
ha...

ha.

Got What's Coming To YouYou broke my heart,
Ripped it to shreads,
Threw the remaining pieces on the ground,
Then stomped on it with evil joy,
Cackling as your foot squished it,
A twinkle in your eyes,
That screamed happiness,
And without any care at all,
Ran off to your new boyfriend,
Leaving me behind with a broken heart,
But that doesn't matter as of now,
Because I'm happier than I ever was with you,
Now that I've found a girl that likes me,
For the real me unlike you,
Who wanted me to be a different person,
And now I can laugh at you,
Because your boyfriend did to you,
What you did to me,
And I'm in his debt,
As I asked him to do it,
Sorry babe but you got what w

To Be a Writer“Mother!” I say
Triumphant,
At 12 standing ten feet tall,
Above my Mother,
Who expects the answer to her question soon.
“I!”
A dramatic pause.
How very detective novel of me.
“I am going to be a writer!”
Mother laughs,
No doubt because she is proud,
My daughter,
The writer,
She thinks,
Imagines tonguing the sentence out to her friends.
No doubt she thinks I’m brilliant.
Oh how devilishly smart of me,
To already know exactly what I will do!
“Writing is a good hobby.”
Yes! Is is isn’t it! Just brilli-
Wait, sorry?
Come again?
“You can’t build a career on that.”
She concludes.
Indignant,
And more than a little bit hurt,
I spit “why not” at her,
In a tone which I assume will make her flinch.
I am heart broken that she does not.
“Well,” Here she begins to wash the dishes,
because the matter is soon to be ended.
“It’s doubtful that you’ll be good enough.”

LampOnly the porcelain shards lying around the shade
Offered that this was more than just
A typical garbage day. The workers were too absorbed
In their regrets and shames to study the interesting aspects
Of the disposal,
And the children went back to their ball game.
So the event passed and history’s library listed it as
“Nonexistent,” but life was wrong: the lamp
Was chauffeured across town, its final destination the dump,
Where it sat beside a rotting banana peel and gleamed in the sunlight.

“That pleasant shiny thing,” the birds cawed,
Never thinking that their well-know distraction
Was an elegant ancient covered

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My X-mas List

by *xXChiharuDawnXx, Nov 27, 2012, 7:42:36 PM
Literature / Poetry / Humor / Free Verse

Dear SANTA,

I've been extra good this year, as you might have known. I'm always helping my aunt around the house doing chores and such. I watch or babysit the little "MONSTER" for her from time to time even though that little brat is pure EVIL. I'm nice to my other cousin (sometimes). I try not to stretch the truth only for bragging rights. I turn in all of my online college assignments and only some of them have been late. I don't spy nor stalk certain people on Facebook anymore (That's not entirely true). I only use my mini buddy "in case of an emergency" (No, I don't over-use it... maybe... that's because I'm lonely). I try not to sway or tempt myself with any form of hentai or yaoi (But we all know that doesn't really work). I'm currently looking for a job (Actually, I spend most of my time being lazy). Not to mention I donated some money and all of my old and never worn clothes to the needy. So, here's my Christmas list:

I want an expensive foreign car
I want a rich, posh life
I want a first class trip to Tokyo
I want a lifetime supply of Starbucks coffee, Swiss Rolls, and Snoballs
I want a MACbook Pro, an Iphone 5, and a big flat screen TV
I want my boyfriend naked and tied up on my bed, red ribbon around his neck with a note that says "Unwrap me plz."
I want a Playstation 3 and Anime RPGs
I want a shopping spree in Paris

...I think that's about it...

On second thought, just bring me things that I really don't need.

Thanks,
Kristen Stacy (Chiharu Dawn)