They're wrong. They say dead men can't bite, but I can prove that they can: imagine if you will, a closet in which a dead man is contained, leaning against the door which opens toward you on the outside. Now, as you pull it open, the dead man falls out and his teeth (inadvertantly) tear into your flesh, ripping a piece skin off of you. Would that not consitute as a bite? (This scenerio is not limited to dead persons of the male gender.)
Ebudæ
Amharc, mná ag obair lá 's mall san oích,
Ceolann siad ar laetha geal, a bhí,
Bealach fada anonn 's anall a chóich.
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(Enya ROCKS!!)
I need more diary entries don't I? I don't have anything all that great to say, but when have I ever let that stop me from saying anything before? That's right, I've never let that stop me before, and I shan't let it stop me now! Haha!!
Forget the whole "Diary entries in Norsk from now on" proclamation. It's just proving to be to difficult. Yeah, I guess I'm lazy. lol
La la la la.
From now on, I'm gonna try writing my diary entries in Norsk, just for the heck of it... so... ja...
La oss tenke, hva er der til snakke med? Jeg ikke kjenner...
(Forgive the grammar, please?)
I am going to see how many people really read this. I command all who read this entry to write in my guest book or.. I will... Um... Turn purlpe and yellow with green... polka-dots... hehe...
I haven't written in here if in a while so I am writing again. It is like I said a LOONG time ago, I absolutely MUST write in here! I have no choice! Oi... that's no good...
Ok,I have decided to scrap that thing I am working on down there... so... Um... there...
Ánováóó'o hóxe'óó'o
éšestsé tséhnéehóvéto.
Mo'on, tsé'tóhe
Kâse'éehésonêh
...
It is a slow process of writing in a language you don't know, so this might not ever be finished because I keep having to retranslate things... lol
UNENDING, ETERNITY, FOREVER
Where the wind blows true, the sky whispers to
Itself and the trees can't see, there is a
River that goes on, unending. The riv-
er passes beneath a bridge made of pure
White marble that is tainted by the Sun/
Moon that never sets and never rises.
The bridge is a part of a road that goes
On for an eternity, an unend-
ing path of nowhereness. The path goes through
A deadlands forest, of trees, gravel and
Of starlight too. The deadlands forest is
An unending eternity of un-
growing mortality, reflexious of
A world that once was but nothing at all.
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Some notes: it may not seem to mean anything at first, but try to see what it tells you and message me with what you see, I am truly want to see how people interpret it.
I apologize for the previous two entries, I seem to have lost my mind, but I have found it again, so, no worries there...