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"...a green alternative to each days madness here in a poisoned world." -peter s. beagle, on tolkiens works






"no one so young should have eyes so old..."
~a friend said to me one day






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something i randomly found on the site that fits me and has been reaffirmed time and time and time again:



And once again it has been proven that she doesn't deserve to find a home. Once again, she realizes that everyone will leave her alone.

It's just another part of history repeating itself, laying her heart bare against cold stone. It's just another punishment earned for misdeeds she needs to atone.

And while her soul is ruptured and left bleeding out into the snow, she once again realizes that her heart is just another worthless piece of fake gold.

How could anyone so rotten deserve a loving home?



Everybody leaves.



~Rose Dark Thorn






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as I continue on, now picking up the pieces of my world that fell apart and starting to repair it, letting in a little more sunlight each day


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my heart has been broken. even when i have found all those tiny broken pieces and glued them back together like a child trying to fix a broken plate the fractures will still be there. i have found most of the pieces now though and am discovering that even a broken plate is still beautiful once repaired


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I'm a proud Celt.



Through an age of fighting men
When sword was mightier than pen
There lived a clansman bold and true
The very one our name came through

Born of bloodline dating from
The hundred battles warrior Conn
Gaelic viking in his veins
Testify his battle fame

For three hundred and fifty years
The western highlands lived in fear
Fighting to regain the isles
Down to Islay and Argyle

From the Dalriadan line
Through the centuries there we find
A Scotsman born with Viking name
Born to rule through love and pain

Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled

Ruling from the Isle of Man
Islay was the place they'd
...make their stand
After almost twenty years
He rid the Isles of Norsemen
...then and there

Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled

Through the timeless history,
Fighting for their destiny
Images fly through my head,
Images of Somerled...

Hail to ye sons of Somerled
Hail to ye sons of Somerled

The warrior kings live by the sword
From hill to loch and dark fjord
Battling 'til his life he shed
Leaving the throne
To the sons of Somerled

~Sons of Somerled, by Steve McDonald





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"For we are, each of us,
a collection of memories
Our personalities are the
collective result of
everything that has
happened to us, yeah it is at the
end of the day we look back
upon the days and years
through the looking
glass of memory.
And when we are gone
we become a part
of the memories
And personalities of others"
-anonymous





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Japlish= English prose translated from the Japanese by someone whose sole qualification is owning a Japanese to English dictionary

Classic Japlish instruction from a car rental company:
When passenger of foot heave in sight, tootle the horn. Trumpet him melodiously at first, but if he still obstacles your passage then tootle him with vigor

Classic instruction on the Ninja art of invisibility:
Wait until your opponant is asleep

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i have to wonder what it is about some of the people in this world? why do they choose to be mean, heartless, thoughtless and cruel to one person that they've never met or seen or spoken to before in their lives, but then turn around one minute later and be sweet as the day is long to another, that again, they've never met, never seen, never spoken to before, even once in their lives. do they have an extra sensory componnant to their psyche that let's them pick out the most vulnerable? the weakest link in the chain? or is it just chance that the victim happens to be down already? is it prejudice against first impressions? or do they simply attack because they know the other is different from them, maybe better than them and they simply can't stand it, therefore resulting in trying to tear the victim down? who knows? i know i never will, because i'm not one of them.
~the smore



Who of us has not been thrilled and awed as we gaze upon the beauty of a flower garden with it's myriad of colors, and the fragrance of the blossoms as their perfume is wafted to our nostrils? The only problem is that it does not last. The flowers fade, the petals fall and the autumn breezes dry out the withered blossoms and they are soon gone. But wait, are they really gone? God, the Master Artist, has so designed the flowers that out of death comes life. The rosebush that looks dead will know another springtime, and out of death will come life. The same is true as the Master Designer touches with divine power the cold and pulseless heart of the buried acorn, causing it to burst forth into new life, and out of the little acorn can come a mighty oak tree. If matter, mute and inanimate, though changed by the forces of nature into a multitude of forms, can never die, will man's imperial spirit suffer annihilation? Does man simply make a brief visit, like a royal guest, to this house of clay, and then fade into nothingness? No, not at all. We can be just as sure that there is another life, as we are that we live today.
In some of the egyptian tombs uncovered recently, there were found grains of wheat that had been there for over 3000 years. Yet this wheat, when planted and watered sprang forth into new life. There is an unbroken chain of life that connects the earliest grain of wheat with the one which we now sow and reap. God has placed something within this grain of wheat, which enables it, when warmed by the sunshine and nurtured by the rain, to discard it's old body, and build out of the earth and air a new body so much like the old one that we cannot tell the difference. So i can be assured that my God will clothe my eternal soul with a new body, not unlike the old, but suited for it's new and eternal existance, after this present body has crumpled into the dust from whence He made it.
-Irving D. Larson, "The Master's Touch"
(on the back of my church bulletin, 04-22-07)




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http://allpoetry.com/poem/2305082
awesomeness poem

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i had (he died) a guinea pig named 'mr.Smore' and he looked like a s'more. he had some orange (grahm cracker), a white stripe around him (the marshmellow), but mostly brown. (the chocolate)
i miss him.
my name is smores girl because i was mr.Smore's girl.



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aries:

born: march 21 - april 19
element: fire - active and ardent
quality: cardinal, the quality that signifies change and movement
symbol: the ram
special color: red, the color of passion and excitement
aries traits: adventurous, ambitious, impulsive, impatient, self-reliant, undiplomatic





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my ap family tree is this..:


sister- Prism
brother- burnedaliv3
brother- edward81


bf- SomeonesToySoldier
x bf- full0metaljacket
one of my cool (but sassy) buddies- icecreamdream



my saint- XIII Daemon Hunter (with all his many sn's currently Saint of Kaleva)

a good friend and AP sister who gave me help when i first started writing poetry and who is also one super awesome singer- Mj



Wolf Whisper - Great Great Great Grandad
Onyx Fire Tear - Great Great Great Grandma
BlackFury - Great Great Grandad
Shiver-n-Cringe - Great Great Grandma
TheBrokenDoll - Great Grandma
TempestRose - Grandma
dragonmaster - Grandad
Scarlet Obsession - Mother
Lady Drakeus/LadyDeMarco - twin
bassclarinetbuddy92 - Brother
LordDrakeus/LordDeMarco - brother in law
ashnight - Cousin
hypergrl - Cousin
ASleepingPoppy - Cousin
miracle2728 - Cousin
Dreams Lover - Cousin
xToRnSoUl2666x/DecayedxBeauty - Cousin and pet baby white tiger
Rythm - Cousin in law
Cheese Cake Baby - Second Cousin
familygurl44 - Great Aunt
TearsOfBlood69 - Great Aunt
XxKrAzYxToRixX - Great Aunt
Tainted Love - Great Aunt
Amaranth Muses - Great Aunt
RedRoseLove - Great Aunt
LostMyDoll - Great Aunt
Matt Da Mac - Great Uncle
Dragonboy - Great Uncle
DrSatan - Uncle
poetic murder - Great Aunt in law
Audrey Tyler - Cousin
HeLLaKeWL420 - Great Great Aunt
SuicidalBeloved - Great Great Aunt
Lish - Third Cousin
Saddened Angel - Third Cousin
rower4life - Third Cousin
Kestryl - Third Cousin
JennFeelsLost - Third Cousin
AVoiceWithin - Third Cousin
Tainted Goddess - Third Cousin
JadedKnight - Third Cousin in law
TheRainKing - Third Cousin in law
Lighthouse Guard - my wonderfully obedient slave
LadyOfFate - my doctor who
TheDrkJkrsvn - my kidnapper
partridge - my obscenely old lady neighbor who sometimes sleeps in my flowerbed
Fulabeans/Count Cappuchino - ...thinking of something random
V for Vassago/Great Executioner V - ...thinking of something random
Anubis The Shaman/Anubis - owner #1
Uasal Laoch Aingeal** - my AP boyfriend, secret AP lover and sugar daddy
sidewinder - my owner #2 and uncle
Amethyst SilverMoon - my owner #3
Vhoori27 - my owner #4
SomeonesToySoldier - my wonderful loving boyfriend who spoils me muchly with love, flowers, chocolate, shopping and starbucks


**uasal laoch aingeal is no longer with us as such


footnote! if any of these people have changed their screennames, i apologize. i was unaware.. i'll fix them as i discover them... and the discovery will be a lot faster if you imed me and told me you changed your name

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i had all kinds of stuff up in here that was totally awesome randomness but i typed something wrong and it was apparantly some kind of html code for deleting things so all of it was wiped out and it's gonna take me forever to get it back if i even bother to do so. my life seemingly just sucks like that sometimes.
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my fav poem of truth
from Jaden here on AP
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4663309#
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this be my new homepage, but it won't let me put two of them in one space so i'm typing it here for y'all to click i'm actually enjoying it more than i thought i would. so much for boycotting myspace http://www.myspace.com/456602757