You know people who like Inu-Yasha and Trigun being there favorite shows well your wrong, see Dragon Ball-z uncut!!! it is awsome it is the best kick ass show on Earth!
This is probobly one of the hardest games on Earth: Lord of the Rings: The Third Age. it is just like final fanticy and lotr combined. it has new characters but you play it like final fanticy. I have played for like 6 and a half hours and i'm only 14% done!!! it is hard!!! and i'm only in moria!
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ok this is something i have to say and i have good reasons for this but......i support gay marrige! here are the reasons below
1. If 2 people want to get married they should as long as they are over 18, it does not matter if they are both girls or are both guys!
2. People have rights!!!
Note: I'm not gay i have a girlfriend! I love you [Roxcie]!!!!
The Raven
by
Edgar Allan Poe
[Once apon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of frogoten lore-
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door-
"Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, destinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished to morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radient maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
"Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," I said, "or Madam, truly your forgivness I emplore;
But tha fact is I was napping and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there wondring, fearing,
Doubting dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard the tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, " surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what threat is and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter,when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obiesance made he;not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy creast be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim an ancient Raven wondring from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to here discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning-little relavancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven sitting lonley on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that word he did outpour.
Nothing farther than he uttered-not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled by the stillness broken ny reply so aptly spoken
"Doubtless," said I, "What it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Of 'Never-nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust, and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
Ment in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat ingaged in guessing, but no syllible expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushions velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er
But whose velvet-violet linig with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall pass, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tuffted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "Thy god hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee
Respiet-respite and nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Qouth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-Prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Temper sent, or whether temptest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore-
Is there-is there balm in gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!-prophet still if bird or devil!
By the Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
"Be ourword our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the temptest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul ahth spoken!
Leave my lonliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sittng
On the pallid bst of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted-nevermore]
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ON TOP OF OLD SMOKEY
ALL COVERED IN BLOOD
I SHOT MY POOR BARNEY
WITH A FORTY-FOUR GUN
I WENT TO HIS FUNERAL
I WENT TO HIS GRAVE
EVERYBODY THREW FLOWERS
WHILE I THREW GERNAIDES
I SAW IN THE PAPER
THAT HE WASEN'T QUITE DEAD
SO I TOOK A BAZOOKA
AND BLEW OFF HIS HEAD
IT ROLLED DOWN THE MOUNTAIN
AND INTO THE SEA
THE SHARKS ATE HIM UP
JUST LIKE CHEF BIOAREDEE
YUM YUM! yes i know i'm a murderer
This is true cause my Pirare captain Gabe is a Goth!!! Capt. Twin Blade Gabe. Gabe is one of my good friends (even though i'm only a swabby in his crew) he is cool with his 2 daggers. i have a knights sword and a kattana. Jake has a Scimitar, and Henry has a pistol. (We are all swabbies)
There is a boy and a girl on the motorcycle
Girl: Slow down. I’m scared.
Guy: No, this is fun.
Girl: No, it’s not. Please, it’s too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.
*Girl hugs him*
Guy: Can you take my helmet off & put it on yourself? It’s bugging me.
(In the paper the next day)
A motorcycle crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on it, but
only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his
breaks broke, but he didn’t want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved
him & felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so that she would live even
though it meant that he would die
me upset
I PLEDGE ALLIEGANCE TO THE FLAG
THAT MICHEAL JASKSON IS A FAG
HE USED TO PLAY WITH LITTLE TOYS
NOW HE PLAYS WITH LITTLE BOYS
HE USED TO GIVE HIS MOM SOME PEARLS
NOW HE PLAYS WITH LITTLE GIRLS!!!!
Today was my last day of school!
here is my favorite part of a song that if forget what it ti called and who it is by
Schooooooooooo
Today was my last day of school!
here is my favorite part of a song that if forget what it ti called and who it is by
Schooooooooooo