fufufu...I saw a preview for the new final fantasy advent children!! It was amazing! Words cannot possibly tell how amazing it was!! My eyes were soaked in tears(on the inside...). It was on G4 Tv! If you get that channle and you missed it...I pity you deeply...^^

One she did.

One she did.


















        Darth Cronre(kron-ray)

"It is fool hardy to try and love everyone for everyone is not deserving of your love and when you attempt to love all of mankind it results in you having lack of good judgment when it comes to character and you cannot distinguish which you truly love, so therefore, reserve all your love for few individuals and let logic replace emotion in worldy afairs." Anton LaVey

My main charicter for my manga. Les. ^.^


Two whores and a bunch of dolls...


another charicter in my manga, Nightmare.


this is me jumping Sephiroth from final fantasy and/or kingdom hearts.I beat him in kingdom hearts and I got nothing!>< so I drew me jumping him^^

Another akward day...I remodled my room. I have a red and black carpet now. A new sterio as well. I ador my room now! So much anime on the walls. You can't even see the walls! Why are any of you my friends...I'm an idiot. Be like all the other smart people and hate me now! Before it's too late! I'm a horrible friend. I'm afraid to hurt any of you...so I beg you save your heart, don't waist it on me...

I am currently reading about the chinese mafia. Today I ran into someone who used to hate me. Every one hates me down town. And now that every one hates her shes nice to me again? Well at least she knows what it is like...It's great! I love being hated by thoughs idiots!HAHAAH!

I'm talking about Jen you idiots!

I can't stand it when people try to set you up with some one...leave me alone(please). I am not intended to love, I'll say I love you but can you trust that? You better not, or I have the right to call you an idiot. When it comes to saying "I love you" I am a dishonest person, and a dishonest person you can always trust to be dishonest, honestly! I will love my books and my art ...and star wars ...but not...

-Sephiroth-

DAMMIT KYOKO! Sorry I can't really yell at you, your going through alot...but dammit. I'm going to stop reading your diary...all it does is dissapoint me...I'm going to pretend I have know idea whats going on. And I'll smile that stupid smile that thinks everthing is ok...*hugs*...I'll earase this in time but I had to let it out...

"Fu,fu,fu...be nice Don."

-Tifa-

notes for myself:
Elmyra-Aeriths adopted mom
Ilfalna-Aeriths real mom

Professor Gast...father?

Nibelhiem-Clouds home town...where I left my sanity...

BIGGS
WEDGE
JESSIE
-forever in my memory

"the planet origionally belonged to the Certa. Certa was a itinerate race. They would migrate in, settle the Planet, then move on. At the end of thier harsh, hard journey, they they would find the Promised Land and supreme hapiness. But thoughs that disliked the journey appeared. Thouse who stopped thier migrations built shelters and elected to lead an easier life. They took thet which the Cetra and the planet had made without giving back one wit in return! An Ancient named Jenova was found in the geologiacl statrum of 2000 years old,'The Jenove Project.'The Jenova Project wanted to produce people with the powers of the Ancient...no, the Cetra. I am the one that was produced. Professor Gast, leader of the Jeonva Project and genius scientist, producec me"

-Sephiroth-

We do not die. As with many folk as strung with magic as we are, our souls neither fall to hell, nor do they rise to heaven. We linger. We watch. Our spirits ne’er move on, as is the mortal way. We do not communicate, nor interfere, but we do see. We do know. And never do we truly die.
In the rough crags and crevasses that pepper the sheer cliffs of Scotland, the winds never fall quiet. Down where the waves kiss the stony rocks like a lost lover, there is a residue of Selkie. Our voices echo like a summer sigh, we tingle against the fingers of human lads and lassies that dare to climb the monoliths that rise from the ocean, our ocean, we play on the current, dance in the salty spray, never gone, never quite there.
There is so much I have seen, both evil and good. Black and white. I’ve seen the rise of empires and the fall of emperors. I’ve watched wolves domesticated into well-loved pets. I’ve watched the world tremble and split, mountains erupt into flame, oceans rise up to swallow the land. From my half-shadowed view of this world, I have seen it all. I’ve seen their white Christ and his miracles, the Nazis and their cruelty. Orphans and noblemen, kings and beggars, rags and riches, all fallen into dust, dead and gone on where I have stayed. Where we have stayed to sing the magic back to the land. To sew the crops that mankind reaps with the rainbows and the wilderness.
I once thought it was a joy to not fear an end, a deep nothingness in which there was no self, or to fear damnation, as is the Christian way, for the numerous sins I committed in a lifetime no human could dare to attain. However, the burden of centuries wears heavy upon my pelt. I take faith that the oldest of us fade, and I eagerly await the time when I will no longer stretch between the living and the dead.
I will not miss this earth. I will not miss the way our closest cousins and greatest enemies have evolved, inventing horrid things that spew poisons into the beauty of this planet. I will not miss the heart-rending cry of the forests I ran through once on my human legs as they are torn up at the roots and butchered. There is no regret in never seeing the sea defaced and perverted again.
But oh how my soul will yearn for the breath of cool water, the colorful dart of fish in every rainbow color. I will long for the tug of the tide, the speed of the wind, the taste of pine in the air and the blazing subsets over waves. I will miss the beauty I have witnessed, and I will miss it fiercely.
If there is consciousness enough left to think, and dream, and miss.
Ah, but the mercy it will be to fade, to not have to watch another lost and confused pup join me in my un-death. To see not only my kind, but all of the Sidhe and Fae float with me in this half-world, faceless, formless clouds that are our selves.
It will be a mercy to not witness the extinction of The Selkie.


-[Keseken]-

big mobscene,
he killed his wife.
she cheated on him,
and so he got his knife.
he ripped her open,
and took her guts out.
she no longer with him,
she she cant really shout.
he takes his daughters toys,
and stuffs them in his wife.
he sews her body up,
and keeps her frozen foe life.
he worships her buaety,
and wont let her cheat.
he best her dead and made her his,
now that shes dead she has no defeat.

-by [†Forgotten Agony†]-

dont let her touch you,
i heard the kids say.
if you let her touch you,
im sure you will pay.
this girl isnt normal,
not normal aat all.
after she touches you,
the virus wont fall.
you are infected,
you become her toy.
you are now her doll,
it brings her much joy.
she has all her dolls,
now she wont be alone.
she has her little friends,
and they will forever be stone.
this little girl,
bleeds not blood.
but the chrome inside her,
still causes a flood.
even though she has her dolls,
she still feels sad.
so she makes her dolls useful,
and turned them all bad.
she makes her dolls kill,
and she sits back and watchs.
its a good thing there dolls,
so they cant see there botchs.
she lets the dolls murder,
and just doesnt care.
she keeps them to herself,
and never ever shares.

 
-by [†Forgotten Agony†]-

When you lose a best friend,
what do you do?
do you forget about it,
or admit that its true?
a little girl,
lost her best friend.
she found a way,
to make the pain end.
she kills all the people,
the live around her.
the doctors say shes ill,
yet they find no cure.
she kills her parents,
and she goes insane.
she goes to jail,
but still feels the pain.
on night she sees,
her best friend in the cell.
she was found dead the next morning,
she was on her way to hell.
she got to join her friend,
and that was that.
but what would poeple have thought,
if they knew her friend was a black cat?

-by [†Forgotten Agony†]-

 
he thinks were all crazy,
but what does he know.
hes the crazy one,
but i dont think it shows.
he cant see himself,
so he thinks hes great.
but one day it turns,
and we guess its too late.
he fugures out hes crazy,
and were all sane.
her pulls off his skin,
god he must be in pain.
he rips out his bones,
and gets to the inside.
now without his skin,
he has nothing to hide.
he searched himself,
for answers unknown.
he skinned him self naked,
down to the bone.
he didnt see a problem,
so he just layed there a died.
he knew he had a problem,
but what more was there to try

-by [†Forgotten Agony†]-

So I'm going home today, hell yeah! oh joyous moment. I love Spokane now. I HATE Montana.

I wish you were near so I could hold you again,
-Emma-