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Sunday, August 31, 2008

Currently Listening
The End Begins
By Tantric
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Ivhanmuse

 

I'm over and done here.

Leaving everything behind,

http://ivhanmuse.livejournal.com

Catch me if You can.

Peace.


Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Fight_Series__by_larafairie

 

Fight the Fight.

I need this more than anything else.


Sunday, July 13, 2008

Currently Listening
Hated (Special Edition)
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retropolis

wants_to_be_someone_else_by_dialwrong

 

I don't belong here.


Thursday, July 10, 2008

Currently Listening
Melt
By Rascal Flatts
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melttttttttttt

love_it_by_borntosparkle

I'm meltinggggggggggggggggggggggggg.

D's so hothothothothothothothothothothothothothothothothothothothothohothohohothohothothot.

Okay my eyecandy is da bomb. I'm gonna cyberstalk! Okay kidding.

SHE'S IN THE SAME LEAGUE AS CARMEN LA WEIYING! I DON'T CAREEEEEEE.

 

I'm straight by the way. Don't you little kiddlylumps get ideas in your heads.


Saturday, July 05, 2008

Currently Listening
Shostakovich - Lady Macbeth of Mtsensk
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shadow

I've offcially survived my Saturday. Auditions were Scary.

Real scary.

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     The raven himself is hoarse 
   That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan 
   Under my battlements. Come, you spirits 
   That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, 
   And fill me from the crown to the toe top-full 
   Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood; 
   Stop up the access and passage to remorse, 
   That no compunctious visitings of nature 
   Shake my fell purpose, nor keep peace between 
   The effect and it! Come to my woman's breasts, 
   And take my milk for gall, you murd'ring ministers, 
   Wherever in your sightless substances 
   You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, 
   And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, 
   That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, 
   Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, 

     To cry "Hold, hold!"

 

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I've got nothing to lose (:
  

 



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