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New name change soon!

May. 7th, 2009 | 06:52 pm
mood: amused amused

yeah i got sick of this username, so im going to change it! Hopefully within a week :3

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Writer's Block: My Definition of Greatness

Mar. 18th, 2009 | 11:10 am

How do you define greatness?

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GREATNESS:
its great with a ness :3

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Writer's Block: More Island Time

Mar. 3rd, 2009 | 02:41 pm

You're packing your bag for that other desert island—the one with no electricity—what 5 books do you take with you?

Submitted By [info]mika_uriah

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harry potter, Gothic Lolita Bible, and some porn LOLz
just kidding

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so, i think my dolls are going to be a lolli too x3

Mar. 3rd, 2009 | 02:39 pm
mood: bouncy bouncy

yeah i figured it all out! my newest doll Valerie is going to be sweet lolita just like me and mhy oldest doll Duchess is wa-lolita
yeah its awesome man :3

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TODAYS MY BIRTHDAY PARTY!!!!

Sep. 30th, 2008 | 11:27 am
mood: bouncy bouncy
music: naked, drunk, and horny

OMG! today im 14 years old, or at lest i was yesterday! im so happy right now. *dances*
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Writer's Block: One Hit Wonder Day

Sep. 25th, 2008 | 06:30 pm

Today's National One Hit Wonder Day. Whole albums or entire ouvres can be quite impressive, but more often than not, individual songs have the largest impact on us. Which one hit wonders have played a major role in your life?

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99 red balloons by nena, god i love that song <3

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Memories~DONT STEAL PLEASE!

Sep. 15th, 2008 | 02:57 pm


Where do memories go after they are made?
Do they stay like a new photo, or are they forgotten like a stranger in a crowed?
My memories never stay for long, always leaving me, when I rest my eyes.
Always leaving behind faint, flattering pictures of them at their peak
however there are ones that do last, like the feel of lace and the smell of fresh-brewed tea.
But are they just my fondest memories, or my wildest dreams?

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a little story i wrote, please dont steal!

Aug. 18th, 2008 | 01:03 pm
mood: content content

His heart beat race as he turn the corner and opened the door. Early in the day Jacob was dared by his friends to enter the supposal haunted house. ”but he won’t do it, he's too much of a chicken to do it” one said. “Yeah, he probably going cry and wet his shorts.” “I am not!” he yelled back. “Then prove it!” “I will!”

As soon as he opened the door and step in, he was blinded by light only momentary, when he was in shock and disbelief, a giant elegant room filled to the brim with happy, smiling masked people. They were simply dancing around in circles. After stepping out in to the room, everyone stop and stared at him. Shifting uncomfortably and moving his glace down to his muddy shoes and tattered clothes, when a finely dress Gentleman wearing a lion’s mask approached from his left side. “Sir Jacob, we’ve been waiting for you.” His head shot up once he full comprehended the words spoken to him. “What? I don’t know what you mean?” “Of course you do Sir Jacob” winked the Gentleman. “Just look at your clothes…”

Jacobs glaze in his clothes in amazement. Gone were his old, ugly clothes. In their place was a black silk shirt with gold and red thread and gold buttons. His pants were now decorated in black, gold, and red intertwining threads that when down the side of his all silk black pants. His hair was now clean and smooth back from its usual messy and shaggy style. And finally his black shoes where spotless and shone like a full moon on a clear night. Looking up confused at the Gentleman he merely smiles and took his hand and placed a black mask with gold feathers that had blood red tips. “I don’t understand…
What’s going on?"

Where did these clothes come from?” ask a scared Jacob “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that now, but don’t worry you will soon get your answers” the gentlemen said placing a kiss on Jacobs cheek. Startled Jacob took a step back and bumps into beautifully dress lady wearing a butterfly mask over her face. He turned quickly and apologized. All she did was giggle and walked off. “See Jacob, you’re the star here. You the only one who can release us from our hell” he said placing a hand on Jacob’s shoulder. Jacob slowly turned around and faces the Gentlemen dead on. “What do I need to free you?” “All you need to do is to say is by the power of both the gods and the devil I release all these poor souls trapped by the elements into eternal bliss and happiness." Jacob blinked “That’s all?” “Yes Sir Jacob.”

Jacob stepped into the middle of the room and said as loud as he could, the words that set the trapped spirits free and dancing into the midnight hour. After saying then the light dimmed and soon the entire room was pitch black. Jacob stumbled to the nearest door and step out into an ally. As he walked away, still dressed in his new clothes, he passed two ladies walking their dogs. “Do you know about that house?”Said one of the ladies ‘that one?” “Yeah” “back in the 18 century that house was having a masquerade, when fire erupted, it trapped them all in there, burning them all to death.” “That really sad, did they know who did it?” “Yup some person named Sir Jacob Van Brook” " I hope that guy got what he disserve" "me too

At that point, Jacob stop, turned, and stared at the two ladies walking off. Off In the distant he hears the familiarly voice of the Gentleman, “thank you Sir Jacob, for finishing what you have started….”
Scared out of his wits, Jacob ran all the way home, leaving behind the elegant mask and the house that started it all.

 

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Writer's Block: Time Capsule

Jul. 22nd, 2008 | 01:22 pm
mood: creative

You are allowed to place three items from your lifetime into a box that will be opened in fifty years. What do you put in, and why?

Submitted By [info]jesusbandaids

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my favorite knife, a book, and a picture of a dollfie dressed in sweet loltia

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Writer's Block: Cramming Yourself into a Sentence

Jul. 21st, 2008 | 06:38 pm
mood: drunk drunk

Try to describe yourself in one sentence.

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alexis is one happy ball of RAGGGGEEE!!!

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