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~Eric Harvey~
Eric was killed in a car accident Sunday December 18, 2005. I had met him two days earlier at a party. We were a bunch of drunk punks and rednecks. I bearly new him. But still his death had a inpact on my life. I still lost something. I;m not sure what, what but i did. I'm not sure why his death had such an impact. I bearly knew him. It hurt. I cried. I prayed for the first time in three years. I think he has made me realize that I'm not as numb as I thought I was. And I have to say this to him, Eric you will be miss, even if the world won't stop for a moment to think about it. Hell our school just keeps going in its pathetic little routine, without stop. But What did stop was your friends. I'm sorry I didn't go to the memorial service at the skate park, if i would have known then I would have.
Eric, God Bless You.







My Friends-
Helena
Miranda
Tiffany
Audrey
KaLee
R.T
Richard
Chris
And other people


Do you know what I like-Pain***
Do you know what I am-Masochist***

I love the Song Scotty Doesn't Know by Lustra.. Its in Euro Trip



                       ~ Quotes ~

~ "God might love me, but the devil wants me."

~ “In the magical world death eaters are the equivalents of terrorists.”

~ “The british are coming to eat you... with ketchup and tartar sauce.” -
This qoute was fuuny.. I knkow Helena will be mad but I coudn't help it.

~ "Everybody is somebody else's weirdo." ( does anybody want me?"

~ "In the absence of orders, go find something and kill it."
- German Nazi Gerneral Erwin Rommel


                   
~Christina Death~
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        69 Eyes
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She likes to sleep her nights with the windows open wide
Just in case her Dark Prince would come by the silvery light
She lives with her two cats a "please no ads" sign on her door
Memories in her photo books some of them still a bit sore

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red

She hates Christmas nights more than dressing up in white
The lightning's something she adores like Frankenstein's Bride
She's obsessed with the Hollywood Book of Dead church yards give her more
No room for the living in her heart cold as 1334

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Drinks Absinth after giving head

Christina Death
Smokes cigarettes in her bed
Christina Death
Paints her lips every night blood red
Christina Death
Waits For dracula in her bed
Christina Death
I know you before we ever met


My favorite poem:

"Miss Me, But Let Me Go"

When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free.
Me me little, but not too long
And not with you head bowed low
Remember the love that we once shared
Miss me, but let me go.

For this journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the master plan
A step on the road from home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
Miss me, but let me go.

           -Annabelle Mills