Hi I don't write to well so I don't post I like reading them more than writing any way lol.

I like Sonic-vers, Maximum ride, and a lot of others that I can't think of right now.

I have a jar of dirt, I have a jar of dirt, and guess whats inside it! ~ Capt. Jack Sparrow

Da da da daaaaa fresh cucumbers!! ~ The twin reporters on Karas the prophcy

My name is Tiffany I am three,
My eyes are swollen I cannot see,
I must be stupid I must be bad,
What else could have made My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better I wish I weren’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me.
I can’t do a wrong I can’t speak at all
Or else im locked up All day long.
When im awake im all alone
The house is dark My folks aren’t home
When my mommy does come home
I'll try and be nice, So maybe ill just get One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car My daddy is back From Charlie’s bar.
I hear him curse My name is called I press myself Against the wall
I try to hide From his evil eyes I’m so afraid now I’m starting to cry
He finds me weeping Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And run to the door
He’s already locked it And i start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken,
"I’m sorry!", I scream But its now much to late His face has been twisted Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain Again and again O please God, have mercy! O please let it end!
And he finally stops And heads for the door
While i lay there motionless Brawled on the floor
My name is tiffany I am three,
Tonight my daddy Murdered me
And you can help Sickens me top the soul,
And if you read this and don’t pass it on I pray for your forgiveness
Because you would have to be One heartless person To not be effected By this Poem
And because you are effected, Do something about it!
So all i ask you to do Is pass this on!
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
Please pass it on.

I don't really believe this but it's weird:This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. What can I say, I'm superstitious... I still belive in ghost dogs and stuff. lol I do