For those who keep asking wht typ of sword i hav in my pic its a Dotanuki
Ther is a wondefol link below to a wikkipidea page
allso you might want to reed arond well ther Wikkipidea has lots of grate info on japanes history and swords ^_^
http://en.wiki
this is a song i like when im feeling down hope you enjoy it to
Plea frome a cat Named Virtute
by The Weakerthans
Why don’t you ever want to play?
I’m tired of this piece of string
You sleep as much as I do now and you
Don’t eat much of anything
I don’t know who you’re talking to
I’ve made a search through every room
But all I found was dust that moved
And shadows of the afternoon
And listen
About those bitter songs you sing
They aren’t helping anything
They won’t make you strong
So we should open up the house
Invite the tabby two doors down
You can ask your sister if
She doesn’t bring her basset hound
And as for things you shouldn’t miss
Tape hiss and the modern man
Cold war and card catalogues
To come and join us if they can
For girly drinks and parlour games (?)
We’ll pass around the easy lie
Of absolutely no regrets
Then later maybe you could try
To let your losses dangle off
The sharp edge of the century
We’ll talk about the weather or
How the weather used to be
And I’ll cater
With all the birds that I can kill
Let their tiny feathers fill
Disappointment
Lie down
Lick the sorrow from your skin
Scratch the terror and begin
To believe you’re strong
All you ever want to do is drink and watch TV
Frankly that thing doesn’t really interest me
I swear I’m going to bite you hard
And taste your tinny blood
If you don’t stop the self-defeating lies you’ve been repeating
Since the day you brought me home
I know you’re strong
SYPHANY TO STROBLIGHT
Lose yourself in the crowd.
Let go of your moralty.
reles your anger.
Thats why we are heer.
To feel.
To hate.
to love.
to dance.
Punch kick elbow elbow stomp!
Its a sens of famly.
Help echuther
Ther is trust and compashen.
So dance fight fuck!
Live let liv.
Life hapens let it go.
Relax sway to the beet of the band.
Weer heer to hav a good time.
Adrenalin mad swinging of frendly fist's.
Weer all frends heer so lets beat echuther.
The music is lud. The ppl are rudy.
The stroblight's Are flashing
A moshpit is just a Disfuntanal famly!
And I feel truly loved and understood.
Maby i shold post somthing
WTF IM Awake at ungodly huers becas im paranoyd! Ther wer 2 guy's parkd out side of my huse and they left then reternd then left agen and im paranoyd that thay will brake into my home at this her and i get no sleep -_- i need help
What The FUck
I cant seem to sleep tonight no mater what i do i alredy did 320 crunches sat on the can for an huer and a half and now im fucking ranting online abut it and im still not tierd FUCK!!! isall i hav to say abut that well than and bitch on this jernol. FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK ok that is enuf of that im gona go roll in my bed till sun up if i dont sleep well i dono i gess il be rely tierd T_T
This is poem i did abut my life thus far and it hasnt al been shit but this is abut the darker times wich i hope are mostly behinde me Its cald Pain Manafested
As i childe i wept.
as a yung man i did forget.
now looking back i rufusd 2 forget.
Livieing life so full fo regret.
Now etching the memory's on my skin.
doing what most consider a sin.
The blood freeing frome within.
relesing the pain frome deep within.
Scare's are memory's Manafested.
Things we wish didnt hapen.
A leson etchd in the skin is not forgoten.
END (i am in no way suicidol no worys i did cutmyself when i was yunger as mor a reles then trying to die)
Elftown Username: shade the elf frome valanare
Appearance and Personality:
Character name (first and last): Alexzander MCcallum
Character Race: Human
Character Gender: Male
Size:M
Weight:240lbs
Height: 6'1
Hometown: glasgow
Eye color: Blue
Hair Color: Bald
Skin color: whight
Age: 20
Class: Fighter
Alignment: cn
Deity:
Stats:
HP:12
AC: dex3\scale4\sh
Flat-footed:16
Touch:
Speed:
Damage Reduction:
Base Attack Bonus:+1
Spell resistance:
Abilities:
Strength:17\+3
Dexterity:16\+
Constitution: 15\+2
Intelligence: 12\+1
Wisdom: 14|+2
Charisma:14\+2
Saves:
Fortitude:+4
Reflex:+3
Will: +2
Grapple: +4
Skills:
Feats:
exzodic wepen pro:Bastard sword
wep focses:Bastard sword
Attacks:
Attack:Zweihan
Attack bonus: wf1\str3\bab1=
Damage: 1D10
Range:
Type: slashing
Specifics:
specialization
Attack: Javelin
Attack bonus: bab1\dex1=+2
Damage: 1D6
Range: 30ft
Type: percing
Specifics:
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Gear:
Sheild: h.Steel
AC bonus: +2
Max Dex:
Armor: scail
AC bonus: +4
Max Dex: +4
Other possessions: b>pack B.roll 4 days rashens
Family honors:
Gold:5 gp
Familiars/moun
Steppler pony=
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Languages:come
Character Bio = ALexzander left home at a yung age 2 escape his crule father he fleed 2 germany wher he was taken in by a lokol lord who toght him 2 fight with the Zweihander a germin bastard sword. When Alexzander became a man He reternd home and Kild his father. He has been working as a mercanary ever sins.
Wash away all the lines on your face that show how you've aged it's a long way down
your back's been broken you can't make the rounds the tables are turned as the litany goes...
you're a rotten old man who'll be covered in dirt on your knees
and pray to the maker that caused you to bleed
[Chorus:]
Turn back the hand on the clock
you're a bitter old man who's done nothing
but work your hands to the bone on the assembly lines
you've grown cold to the touch of the ones that you love
ignorance is something you can't over come but you've passed it on down
and that's something much worse for a bitter young man...
is now taking the torch
Silent scorn - you've taken it out on the ones you adore Inside rage
they've left you before but they'll come back again
they'll pray for you with all their love
but this time your indifference just can't be excused Forced amends
well it's something you'll die with but it goes on for them...
for a bitter young man...has now taken the torch...
If ther is a leson for my fother 2 lern that is it.
THE TORCH BY THE DROPKICK MURPHYS
Hmmmm Me hav coffee agen ^_^. Ill Tell you a story. Belev me its true a tale u had best hope never hapens 2 you. Old Spicy McHaggis. How he Met his fate.you i can save but for him its 2 late.
Spicy was Big Burly and Strong. His Pipes gigantic and so was his SCHLONG!! Frome city to city runing arond Looking for chick's orver FOUR HUNDRED POUDS!!.
One Night at The Pub a Girl coght his eye as big as a house Just the right size! the Brod was Enomes Stackd 2 the hilt! Spicy soon notecd the BULG in his Kilt! The Piper deleverd his best pic up line. Thoght to himself THIS BEAST ALL MYN! The poltry yung lady cold handol no mor. She grabd his COJONE's and went for the door!
They got 2 her huse and dimd all the light's SPICY WAS IN FOR ONE HELL OF A NIGHT!! He seed that he lovde her and he wold alwes B TRUE. BUT MISTER MCHAGGES I ONLY JUST MEGHT YOU!
By now He saw Double Thrue his Drunken EYE's Nether had the Looks or the apropreat Size.He came 2 his sensays Thoght 2 himself. At this time of night I wont find nuthing els. He took off his skirt. She lifted Hers They puld out his Unit and started 2 play. She askd for a gluve he gave her a shuv. Had baby mchagis 9-months-2 -the day.
Three Packs a day he will smoke TIL HE DIES SPICY MCHAGGES ONE HELL OF A GUY!!!!!!
-spicy Mchagges jig Drop KIck Murphys.
One of my favs ^_^
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OK GOT COFFEE NOW ^_^ SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! SEX AND VILENC! and dont forget the lovabul tedybare ^_^
Owwwww a Diary!!!!!! What the hell am i gono yus this for. Today i wook up and did nuthing what a ay im exzaoted noooo but hey i dont fell like wrighting my day lol.