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[Apr. 13th, 2005|08:14 pm] |
Vampire
Your a vampire- a vampiric No Life King. You feed off others from the shadows with seductivness and cunning. You thrive during the night when your senses are at their height and you can steal through the shadows. You are very solitary and secretive and you dont let anyone get a chance to know you. Your are an enigma and a child of the darkness.
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[Feb. 1st, 2005|11:51 pm] |
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those who've never tasted blood cannot curse those who cannot get the taste from their mouths. my enemies will never know the full fury of my rage for they will be memories before they even know i am there. i am the storm. i am the wind. i am the sound that draws fear from your heart in the black midnight hours. i am the last thing you will see before you realize there is no point to this dreary existence. |
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| Kubla Kahn |
[Jan. 22nd, 2005|01:06 am] |
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail:
And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise
-Samuel Taylor Coleridge |
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[Dec. 31st, 2004|02:59 am] |
Good news. The flags have been made! The still army of one now has more red flags than it knows what to do with. Which isnt neccessarily a good thing, because not knowing what to do with a lot of red flags is very cumbersome. Especially when there is only one person to handle then and decide what to do with them. In fact, I dont even know why i made them. It was a bad idea.
Anyway, as i said, this is still an army of one. So if any of you riveted readers want to join, leave a comment. Maybe you can help me figure out what to do with all these damned red flags. |
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[Jul. 12th, 2004|12:49 am] |
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Thats amore. Only with the right accent mark. |
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| a poem |
[Jun. 7th, 2004|09:52 pm] |
I live in shadow,
I sleep in light.
I avoid the day,
I hunt at night.
The last thing
You'll never hear,
Are my footsteps
As I draw near.
Don't fear the dark,
Or what you cannot see.
Fear only my silent approach,
Fear only me.
-by a friend |
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| To heck with it! |
[May. 19th, 2004|11:01 am] |
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I've been putting up with stupid crap all my life... but this one takes the cake.... I open my sock drawer this morning and there's a rattlesnake in it. A doggone rattle snake! I tried to close the drawer but it bit me on the arm... I hurt like the dickens! I thought to myself, "Self... what do you do when you're bit by a rattler?" Suck the poison out! But the bite is at a strange angle on my arm that I can't get to my mouth. So I think to myself, "Self, who would you like to suck out this poison?" I was surprised by the length of this list. There were dozens of names... So I started to weed out celebrities and people who lived too far away.... and then... I died. Rattlesnake poison works pretty fast. |
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[May. 6th, 2004|10:37 pm] |
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I am very bored. Yes, I believe I am. It has been a very uneventful week. I have not been on an adventure for a couple days now and I'm really getting very bored. This is a bad thing, because when a ninja gets bored, things go bad, people may get hurt. Which makes it a good thing i live on the outskirts. I need a nemesis so that i can foil his plans, this small time bad guy crap isnt cutting it. I need something to do... |
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[Apr. 29th, 2004|10:49 pm] |
So there we were, two enemies poised at the eve of destruction. The blood trickling down the side of my face seemed somehow cool to the touch. We stood motionless. Holding our breaths. He lunged forward with an awkward lilt, given to him by my sword through his thigh. He cried out as my blade sliced through the muscles of his neck. His cry was cut short as the blade severed his vocal chords. He stared into my eyes as his life whisked away.... I hadn't even thought to look down. I hadn't felt the pain. But when I did looked down, I saw that his sword had run me through. A searing aching pain that rose up to the highest peaks of excrutiation. I trembled inside.
That was the third time I died... And it was just as painful as the first two times. |
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| While we were playing *get the stick* |
[Apr. 20th, 2004|12:31 am] |
Rehearsal tonight.
Just got home.
I have to write a paper for Benjamin.
And you're on Maran. Parking lot. After the Shakespeare show. Be there. You're going down. |
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[Apr. 17th, 2004|05:25 pm] |
I am considering allowing Conor to be some sort of important person in my evil army...
I am not sure that I want to relent any of my power. No. I think that all members of my evil army have to be my underlings.
Sorry Conor- thanks for playing.
However- any underlings intrested, comment.
In other news- today my evil army began its strategy planning. We made a big map of the world that we can put little fake people on, and red flags. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2004|11:51 pm] |
I hate livejournals.
I have to learn my lines for Shakespeare.
This is only to document my evil army of darkness's progress. So far we have no members... We being myself. So- all intrested parties, please, feel free to comment.
I think Leia is stalking me. |
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