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Post by cascade88 on Oct 9, 2009 0:36:23 GMT 12
There is neither Jew or Gentile, free or slave, male or female... for all are equal in Gamerdom.
--Gamer's Bible, 1:1
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Post by XAOTL on Oct 9, 2009 4:30:57 GMT 12
There's a drumming noise inside my head
That starts when you're around
I swear that you could hear it
It makes such an all mighty sound
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Post by thedarkfiddler on Oct 9, 2009 9:19:27 GMT 12
There's a drumming noise inside my head That starts when you're around I swear that you could hear it It makes such an all mighty sound
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Post by narutoninja44 on Oct 9, 2009 11:33:48 GMT 12
If I could[/s] say what I want to say I'd say I want[/s] to blow you[/i]--away Be with you[/i] every night Am I squeezing you[/i] too tight? If I could[/s] say what[/s] I want[/s] to see I want[/s] to see you[/i] go down--on one knee Marry me today Guess I'm wishing my life away With these things I'll never say
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Post by thedarkfiddler on Oct 9, 2009 12:41:02 GMT 12
[/s] say what I want to sayI'd say I want[/s] to blow you[/i]-- awayBe with you[/i] every nightAm I squeezing you[/i] too tight? If I could[/s] say what[/s] I want[/s] to see I want[/s] to see you[/i] go down--on one knee Marry me today Guess I'm wishing my life awayWith these things I'll never say[/quote] What's with all the... love? songs recently?
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Post by narutoninja44 on Oct 9, 2009 13:49:32 GMT 12
Whats up with all the quoting recently? :zaru:
"Open the past and present. Now and we are there. Story to tell and I am listening. Open the past and present. And the future too. It's all I've got and I'm giving it to you. "
~ Scattered by Green Day
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Post by cascade88 on Oct 9, 2009 20:49:18 GMT 12
Hey, Gloria Are you standing close to the edge? Look out of the setting sun Brink of your vision Eternal youth is A landscape of a lie
The cracks of my skin can prove As the years will testify Say your prayers and light a fire We're going to start a war Your slogan's "a gun for hire" It's what we waited for
Hey, Gloria This is why we're on the edge The fight of our live's been drawn This undying love...
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Post by narutoninja44 on Oct 10, 2009 12:28:34 GMT 12
"Choreographed and lack of passion Prototypes of what we were Went full circle 'til I'm nauseous Taken for granted now I waste it, faked it, ate it, now i hate it
'Cause I cannot speak, I lost my voice Speechless and redundant 'Cause I love you's not enough I'm a loss for words."
~ Redundant by Green day
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Post by cascade88 on Oct 10, 2009 15:43:40 GMT 12
your guardian angel... :3
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Post by narutoninja44 on Oct 10, 2009 17:27:35 GMT 12
"I sit alone in my bedroom Staring at the walls I've been up all damn night long My pulse is speeding My love is yearning
I hold my breath and close my eyes and... Dream about her Cause she's 2000 light years away She holds my malakite so tight so... Never let go Cause she's 2000 light years away."
~ 2000 Light Years Away by Green Day
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Post by DaveTheFishandChipsGuy on Oct 11, 2009 12:00:34 GMT 12
Help me be captain of Our crippled disguises I won't show what's underneath It's time for surprises I can't climb up your ladder I can't ride your horse I've swallowed half an hourglass So now the landscape is swollen up
~ 'The Captain' - Biffy Clyro
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Post by narutoninja44 on Oct 11, 2009 12:53:51 GMT 12
"How did I become so obnoxious? What is it with you that makes me act like this? I've never been this nasty... Da da da da da
Cant you tell that this is all just a contest? The one that wins is the one that hits the hardest! But baby, I dont mean it... I mean it...I promise... Da da da da da"
~ Please Dont Leave Me by P!nk
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Post by cascade88 on Oct 12, 2009 4:16:49 GMT 12
"A common tic among the heroes of H. P. Lovecraft's short horror fiction. Many of his works are written in the first person, and are in the form of a journal or a letter left for future generations warning them against meddling in things best left alone. Quite a few end with some unspeakable cosmic monster smashing through the door or window and lurching after the terrified narrator, whom we can be sure will never be seen again. How do we know that this is happening? Because the narrator tells us. The story will end with something like: "...even now I can hear the foosteps of that shambling monstrosity, and hear its eerie piping upon the wind. Poor Blakely, he never dreamed - but now the door is being smashed to flinders, and at last I behold what my meddling has awakened! And now it is dragging me across the floor toward its hideous suckered mouths! Ia! Ia! The Goat With a Thousand Young! No!"One has to wonder if the narrator ever considered running away, or even getting up from his writing desk at some point. Obviously Lovecraft's men are made of sterner stuff than I, and exhibit a dedication to the craft of writing I can only dream of someday emulating. "No! Unhand my fountain-pen, you fell beast! I'm being paid by the word!" " from here.
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Post by narutoninja44 on Oct 12, 2009 14:02:40 GMT 12
"Not knowing how to think I scream aloud, begin to sink My legs and arms are broken down With envy for the solid ground I'm reaching for the life within me How can one man stop his ending I thought of just your face Relaxed, and floated into space..."
~Into the Ocean by Blue October
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Post by DaveTheFishandChipsGuy on Oct 14, 2009 6:51:18 GMT 12
There! You'll never be surprised again.
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