Just taking a moment out of my drunken little night to thank everyone of you whom has given me a small fraction of your time. Even though my writing spotty at best you still come back...Danke!~
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Silly bat with a silly worried head
All your rp partners gone? Write to me instead
We have characters that should be dead
And smoke that needs to get a dancer to bed
Asking what time they get off work
Telling her that her boss is a jerk
And letting pink smoke flood the stage as she twerk
I feel like I've scared away all my rp partners....
Nice profile pic.
hello there depressed soul
I shed my tears; my tears - my consolation;
And I am silent; my murmur is dead,
My soul, sunk in a depression's shade,
Hides in its depths the bitter exultation.
I don't deplore my passing dream of life -
Vanish in dark, the empty apparition!
I care only for my love's infliction,
And let me die, but only die in love!
my character is to drunk,
To even comprehend.
And yours my dear is much to smug,
would kill his prize in the end
What do we do? (x2)
When the water starts to fall
Oh how we fear (x2)
When the foolish smiles small
When my character is to proud
to ever stay down
The enemy the opposite to him,
making cap’n frown
What do we do? (x2)
the cold it starts to freeze
What do we do(x2)
the fire cannot please
Cookies + Whiskey = happiness even if it's a lie
So my boss told me today that the only good thing about me was my voice....*shrug* whatever
I am now Joker green!
It's early about to take brother to dentist and what am I doing? Dying my hair Joker green of course....Perfectly sane thing to do....yep
IM BATMAN! ~dies a little inside~
Still laughing way to hard at that
When your favorite person makes you laugh for thirty minutes. Even after you laugh so hard you drop your coffee and shatter your favorite cup.... *le sigh*
You get me
Aha
Bats have variously been called “flutterers,” “bald mice,” “old batters,” “fleder mauser,” “slang bats,” and “vagabonds.” They have also been called “flitter mice” because people thought of them as flying mice.
My fairest wheels are turning
Hark the angels wail
Bedtime is a-burning, burning
We've got grace for sale
How the worm is turning
Lay you down to sleep
With book-ed little stories
Count your missing sheep
You have timing my dear
Love must kiss that mortal's eyes
Who hopes to see fair Arcady.
No gold can buy you entrance there;
But beggared Love may go all bare—
No wisdom won with weariness;
But Love goes in with Folly's dress—
No fame that wit could ever win;
But only Love may lead Love in.
My heart is pierced by cupid I disdain all glittering gold, there is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
I really want to do a demented circus rp. Anyone interested?
The pain seems to fade as the ember burns the end of my last cigarette. I can still feel your warmth upon my sheets, the smell of your cologne still lingers in the air. I stare out the window of my sky rise apartment everything stopped the night you heart did. "Good night my love." I purr as I snuff out the smoke. Watching the sun rise as my heart dies.
Slowly as I balance at the edge of the cliff, I hear you call my name. Looking up to see your fear all I can do is cry. I feel the rocks beneath me give. Please don't stop me falling.
Hot tea plus fuzzy blanket = happiness
The Purple mattress protector ad is the best ad online at the moment. Why I don't know.
I guess it’s selfish for me to say
But if I see you sway I want you to sway my way
Of course like any choice it’s always yours this day
That’s why I shyly escape ay -
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