![]() ...well...i aint much of a talker...so its good im typing(ignore my sarcasm if you can)
Real Name: ... Age: ... Location: A series of never ending dimensions between this split human dimension and whatever number dimension the dream realm is (I dont really remember or care to try and remember) Things to know: 1. I am a sarcastic SOB 2. I am quite lazy 3. I try to write in any style i can come across 1st person,2nd,3rd.Omniscient ...childish..detailed..etc..so bear wit te change of style 4. My grammar and such is bad..so unless you want to be a willing Muse/Beta do not correct me on punishment of being ignored..(i know..horrible) 5. I am a student..so updates for any who care may be...infrequent Quotes \I cant believe you could do this to me!!\ scratches ear /What?..I thought you were dead/ \BUT MY LEGS!?HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT?!\ \I wish my daddy hadn't made me mad...\ /Why? Regretting your crime?/ \...no..he just made good waffles\ \Hold me you sexy devil!!\ /..so should I shoot you or just kick you out of the car when i speed up?/ /I will now light my assistants ball on fire!!/ \Yes!! Watch this ama-..WHAT?!NO WAY!\ /But they already paid.../ "Better make it six, I can't eat eight." /You cant throw te party in this dump!! Ill die!!// \This is sooo isnt a slum neighborhood any anymore!! I haven't heard te evil mutant ladybu-..ey..w're ya goin'??\ \Please! Tell us what happened!\ /Oh god the bottle and it was so dark and the milk...ohh the milk it was../ \...what?\ "There are so many people that witness these things, I don't see how you couldn't believe these things. Some people say it's all in your head. It's kind of hard to believe that your violently shaking bed, or things flying around the room, or a sudden chill in the air, or books falling from the shelf, one by one, is all in your head." "As I was walking up the stairs, "The lantern bearer lights the way, "Nor crown nor coin can halt time's flight, "A miser thought to keep his gold, "Her hour had come, "A gentle hand will help the dead, Please seat yourself at our table, "Deep into the darkness peering, "Do I believe in ghosts? "Listen to the night wind as it whispers your name, "There was a young man from Nunhead, |