ok will yah.... stop stealing my comixs ok... thats just being a real ass taking something thanks not yours. I made that comix for becca not for you to take as yours.... SO STOP IT AND GIVE IT BACK!! I made the matrix comix you bitch!

ok will yah.... stop stealing my comixs ok... thats just being a real ass taking something thanks not yours. I made that comix for becca not for you to take as yours.... SO STOP IT AND GIVE IT BACK!! I made the matrix comix you bitch!

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You are 99% stupid and 1%.....BOWING TO ME.

~alphonsetmb Told me to thank you myself for thinking I was hot... ^^

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"It's partially an expression of my teenage angst...but mostly, it's a moo cow!" -Chris Griffin from Family Guy

"my vision is deep and dumbfounded!" -~SonicAnime

Dont lie about your age n00b.

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ok this is my dark poem.
It is called Sea Spiders.
This poem is one of my new entries that I have written for the contest between me and DeviantTeddyBear to see who is the darkest writer. It is a vague but very symbolic representation of my meeting him and the journey of our dark, online, friendship. It touches on the fate of our same day login of this sight. We both joined here the exact same day and have been writing every since. It also represents our fantasy driven minds and our connection through the love of what's dark. I think he is a very intellegent person and an even more intellegent sex doctor. He is also a very hilarious writer. So, on that note, enjoy our dark entries and feel free to claim who you think is, in fact, the darkest writer between us.

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This is darkness
Placed in a hierarchy of mandatory honer
Where the light pierces the black before dawn with what we call stars
And the sea spiders mimic this life force in which we thrive in.

The dilated pupils shift left to right, seeking out this scene
As the fingers steadily click on the glass with stormy intentions
Lying in a whole under the organ of the chest,
Beating with a skip on a few blood rushing tubes that trace the body's form.

And oxygen is subdued for a while as I clench your throat with the grip of mourning setting into my system.

You suffer with me, taking on all the challenges that present themselves mysteriously as you claim the credit for the insightful idea,
where we both travel back in time
to the guillotine executing the wanderer with his fisheye placed in an upward motion,
glaring life out before it actually pardons the stage with the distorted display of the 'necklace' entertainment.

And we all hang these chains around our throats in hopes that they might absorb the assiduities that lye about with the vague energies that spark masterful intrusiveness.

We are sipping consequences through straws and blowing bubbles of paramesia out into this world,
Not knowing which rainbow is really black,
And which black is really a rainbow.
The red night feels so good to us now
As we are at the climacteric, crowning point of orgasmic, artful, twinge
And crafty woe.

Oh what dangerous journey of fierce angels is this trail that we trek,
Where I am the olive of your branch, bitter with an aged spirit
Calling out to you, sinking betwixt your chest?!

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-all you can do in this lifetime is live time and pray
-whatever you want wants you back

You?! Fifteen?!

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Welcome to DA!
Nice stuff you got here... I like the Unknown Planet the best

I got your link from Muffin (Muffin-Man-Of-Doom).