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Loyal LovingYou tell me what I want to hear, and yet you can't even spare a tear,
Painting the picture of our lives, laughing and grinning at all the lies,
But like a puppy and his master, a dog stays loyal in disaster,
Forever loyal I will stay, to the ones I love in my dismay,
You tell me what I want to hear, and yet I can always spare a tear.
My RegretsWhat happens when you have no more tears to cry and blood runs down your cheeks? What then do you do when everywhere you turn and everything you touch turns to ashes? What do you do when you hurt the ones who come to your aid in your very need? What do you when you have separated yourself from everyone, because you are not in a storm, but the storm itself damaging your own life as well as the lives around you?
I've blown out to sea; no longer can anyone feel the damage of my mistakes and my stupidity... Hopefully my self-destruction will come to an end, and the last bit of value I have myself will wash away, drowning me in a watery grave of no return, for when the storm ends there is no hope that I can and will still be standing...
Row... Row... Row your boat gently down the stream... Merrily... Merrily... Merrily... Merrily... Life is but a dream...
Komodo HistoryLimited Memory: Lan has no memory of his past life before the age of 16. Despite this Lan's past haunts him in the form of odd events and mysterious people including various assassins. Lan was never trained for any sort of combat before the age of 16. Lan's memory does however include a variety of obtained skills, education and vast knowledge.
Baby Sitter: The earliest employment Lan can remember is babysitting. At the time Lan was living with his mentor and worked as a baby sitter so he could have a few extra bucks in his pockets. Lan is very good with children often keeping them entertained and active. Lan is also good at teaching children moral concepts, always executing fair discipline.
Exterminator: Before becoming a professional sound technician Lan worked as an exterminator for many various types of non-insect infestations. He mostly worked on eliminating rabbit and gopher infestations. Though his methods of extermination were questionable, Lan always got th
Komodo FormsLiquid Form: This form is only available in dimensions where reality bending is permitted. This form is very well hidden as it is only available when Lan is under extremely high temperatures. In this form Lan can take on any shape or form as a light brown, jelly like liquid substance.
Rubber Form: In dimensions where reality bending is permitted, Lan can use various methods to shift into his rubber form. His rubber form is mostly composed of air trapped within thin layered rubber chambers where his various organs should be. With an air pump and his air dispersion technique Lan can easily size shift to massive heights. Lan's impenetrable skin copies over to his rubber form so Lan does not need to fear sharp objects while filled with air. Lan enjoys this form when planning to relax and hang out with close friends.
Chinese Dragon Form: In this form Lan's belly and torso is elongated, acquiring many serpent like features. Unlike most Chinese dragons, Lan cannot fly. La
Komodo DataMagic Restriction: For various reasons Lan has been restricted from using magic. Many believe Lan is incapable of casting magic as a trade off for his impenetrable skin, though the truth concerning this matter is uncertain. Although Lan is restricted from using magic, his friends have been able to use magic on him to attain various goals. Lan has found many ways to achieve various tasks that magic would usually be required for.
Infinite Storage: Although Lan is able to store infinite objects inside him he can only access and store objects in dimensions where reality bending is permitted. The explanation is an odd anomaly existing inside him. When Lan sleep walks at night he often devours random objects which is why on occasion Lan will belch up a random object.
Black Case: A black case Lan carries around containing up to 8 small vials filled with an odd black liquid. This liquid is a fatal poison that targets the brain of its host. Lan naturally produces and stores
Komodo ProfileName: Lan Komodo
Species: Komodo Dragon
Type: Biped Digitigrade
Age: 20 Years
Height: 8 Feet
Weight: 328 Pounds
Eyes: Dark Brown
Body: Brown, Tall & Slender
Strengths: Fire Resistant & Blade Resistant
Weaknesses: Ice Damage, Blunt Damage & Crush Damage
Offense: Paralyze & Poison
Defense: Water Breathing, Hypnosis & Camouflage
Specials: Poison Immunity, Impenetrable Skin & Savage Form
Apparel: Grey Tee Shirt, Blue Short Sleeve Jacket, Grey Fingerless Gloves & Tan Cargo Shorts
Accessories: Bulky Silver Watch, Silver XII Numeral Spinner Ring & Silver Cross Necklace
Personality: Lan is an amazingly gentle, kind, loving and caring creature. Lan is very playful and mischievous sometimes not knowing when enough is enough. Emotionally Lan is very sensitive often exhibiting moments of low confidence and self esteem. Lan is very tough on himself regretting even the
The Way Failure WorksFailure works like this,
Like a loved one's bitter kiss,
Blood that flows from the heart,
Life will soon depart,
Don't give up is all I hear,
But I can only remain in fear,
As the wounds of my heart grow deeper,
And eyes grow weaker,
My confidence is slain,
One's mind and body in pain,
Failure doesn't make one stronger,
It only allows the pain to stay longer,
Even when failure has left for a season,
In celebration there is no reason,
Because some failures are unforgiving,
And so you ask yourself why keep on living,
Like blood on your hands it cannot be undone,
If you ask yourself for hope there is none,
Even if and when you tasted success,
One can only guess,
Why your heart has been ripped out of your chest,
And as you are laid to rest,
Your grave surrounded by weeds,
You see the tombstone reads,
Here lies my regret,
And I am no longer in debt,
I have no more blood to shed,
My failures are dead.
Journal AeroThe journal was large and bulky, yet lightweight with a smooth, glassy, hard covered surface. Bright green rays of light shone outward from the letters of the book. The journal itself seems to be written in some primitive version of Egyptian Hieroglyphics but a closer look reveals that the language is actually Greek, possibly originating from the city of Atlantis. As you open the journal the letters on the page shatter and reform before your eyes converting to simple English. The bright green rays of light die down as the words become readable. The story begins with royalty in the lost city of Atlantis; the princess of Atlantis had willfully committed adultery with another man that was not her husband. The king had found out about the intimate relationship with his daughter and the man who was not her husband. The adulterer and his entire family were banished from the City of Atlantis. They called themselves simply the Rogues. As you continue reading you find oddly enough the journal d
Don't Close the DoorI see you hiding,
Behind that open door,
You can't bear to look at me,
Tears stream onto the floor,
I thought I made you happy,
But you turn face away,
Your soul is filled with anger,
And my spirit dies away,
I ask you what I did wrong!?
But you only close the door.
(Guitar Solo 1)
My memory betrays my thoughts,
Could have been the drinking or the nights you spent alone,
I never meant to hurt you,
I know it seems that way,
Please don't close the door,
I still have much more to say.
I ask you what I did wrong!?
But you only close the door.
(Guitar Solo 2)
I can't express my love!
Please forgive me!
Love I need you!
In my heart,
In my arms,
And In my soul!
(Moment of Silence)
I come bearing no excuses,
Please accept the way I am.
(The Door Creaks Shut)
Poem of HEICHOURoses are red,
violets are blue.
Heichou is cold,
he will punch you.
Heichou is mean.
Heichou is a fool.
His scary eyes,
make him look like a ghoul.
February is annoying,
there's too much snow.
Get heichou some tea,
and don't you dare be slow.
After you do that,
bow and don't stand up.
Or else he'll beat you,
and then you're fucked.
And when he comes to moan,
about your dirty room.
Don't you dare groan,
just get a broom.
Clean it all up,
and don't leave a speck.
Then maybe heichou,
will give you respect.
Walk out of the room,
it's okay - you can have a sulk.
Take your 3DMG,
and put on that bulk.
Now everyone hates you,
you can't help but think.
Would a little more moaning...
drive me to the BRINK?!
Suddenly you hear a gasp,
which is followed by a roar.
The stomping of feet,
has trashed the place some more.
Armin starts to scream.
Eren starts to swear.
Mikasa tries to protect Eren.
But you don't care.
There's a problem,
and it's making you sweat.
You keep flicking the switch,
STORY OF JEFF. READ OR DIE.I saw a man on the internet when i was one years old. I sended him a message he told me i was very bold.
why? I asked him why do you think like that? he said: because my face is very white and my eyes are very BLACK.
I said okay, there's no need to shout. please tell me your name I'll know what is about.
He said this very seriously hi my name is jeff and I cant find anything that seems to rhyme with jeff.
So i ask him what is your full name? he replies; jeff the killer and killing is my game
so he asks me: are you foreign? and i reply: I don't know I was only just born around a year ago.
why do you think that? I ask. you're a curious young lad. he replies: I think you're foreign cause your speling and grammer is bad.
I need to change the subject i feel ashamed. what is speeling and grammer anyway? I'm not to blame.
where's your address? he asks. why does he want to know? because i want to kill you, he says. oh.
i give him my adress then he says im out of luck he will come and kill me t
I Took Granny to a Strip Show!A birthday to be celebrated
Was Granny’s ninety third,
So I took her to a strip show,
Which may sound quite absurd!
But the church hall was quite fully booked
Or so that I had heard
A poetry recitation,
By some literary nerd.
Now Granny has a youthful side,
She’s not just cardigans and slippers,
So instead of something ‘churchy’
I booked a show, which had male strippers!
The first act was a skinny guy,
Of muscles he was lacking,
He performed the obligatory thrusts,
Then the audience sent him packing.
The second act was not much better
And left Granny unimpressed
‘His todger is quite small,’ she said
‘And his bum is not the best!’
But then the third act: ‘Massive Mick’
Had a packet that was huge!
Granny’s cheeks were very red,
And not just with her rouge!
‘Get ‘em off,’ she shouted loud,
As Mick went through his number
But then his leather jock strap slipped
And out fell...a cucumber!!
When we got home,
Beware Beware the Murglegrub
Which lurks beneath the bed.
He has sharp corners for your toe to stub
And a cunning brain in a pointed head.
He thinks it funny and yuks and yocks
When he gullops down one
Of a pair of your socks.
This sly beast makes his fun
By causing mischief in the house.
In his belly he has a pouch
And moves quietly than a mouse.
He conceals things to make you grouch.
He reads your mind, he hears you think.
As soon as you have a craving
For something--into the pouch quick as a wink,
He puts it and set you raving.
You lost something--a pocketknife.
It’s in the pouch you can bet your life.
Where oh where is the key to the lock?
Why it’s the same place as your sock.
Just set down for a jiffy your book,
The Murglegrub gets it by hook or crook.
Oh me oh my, what’s to be done?
Can the battle with Murglegrub ever be won?
I think not, just try to keep him fed on old socks,
Pencils, envelopes, e
The Best Relationship AdviceThe best relationship advice that I've been given? Hell
It was ; make sure that you're the crazy one, well
I'm so deranged that it's damn near deadly
And she's so crazy that it's sexy
Rumblings from Down Below!My stomach is quite ill at ease
In unfamiliar situations.
It also hates strongly spiced food,
from far away locations.
And when I changed my diet,
to chickpeas, beans and rice,
It protested quite vehemently
In a way that was not nice.
At home it wasn’t quite so bad,
My family laughed it off,
And all strange noises I produced,
Were covered by a cough!
My visits to the toilet,
Were multiple excursions,
To accommodate the vast amount
Of my sphincter’s mad exertions.
But the office was a different story,
Especially first thing mornings,
I caused distaste and mighty shock,
With explosions without warnings!
My colleagues said, ‘Good Morning,’
Was the way to be polite,
But the rumblings from my colon,
Were considered ‘Not quite right!’
Then came the day I went to work
But found the door was shut,
A note pinned, proclaimed: ‘You can’t come in,
Until you’ve tamed your gut!’
And so I ditched my ‘healthy’ diet,
Apple PrayerOur Apple,
Who art in California,
Hollowed be thy Processor,
Thy Motherboard come,
Thy Programming be done,
On The Hardware,
As it is in The Software,
Give us this Start Up,
Our Daily Log In,
And forgive the PCs of their trespasses,
As the PCs trespass against the Macs,
Lead us not into The World of Microsoft,
But deliver us from Bill Gates,
For thine is the Speed, the Graphics and the Simplicity,
Forever and ever,
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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