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This is where I'm gonna start posting my fashion stuff. The things I actually make. And I might move some of my old designs over there too.
Rave it up!
Love you all!!
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~Stevie-poetryqueen
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Jesse - PrologueAn office building loomed over a city that was calming down after its daily buzz of activity. One light lit one window somewhere at the top of the structure. Inside, a seemingly young male sat at a desk surrounded by moniters showing pairs of people. the man looked at a screen, scribbled something down on one of the many bits of paper on his desk then he moved on to another screen and did the same thing on a different bit of paper. something buzzed on his desk deep under the seemingly unorganised clutter of paper, files and cups. "Oh shit, what now?" the male muttered in annoyance.Jesse - Prologue
by ~Stevie-poetryqueen
Cupid - Part 10 -Epilogue-*5 years later*Cupid - Part 10 -Epilogue-
“Where’s my little angel?” A mother called through the halls of her partner’s apartment as she returned home from a days work at a shop in town. “Mummy!” came the familiar voice of a happy little five year old as he ran into his mother’s outstretched arms. “Hello my little angel,” the mother smiled and kissed her sons head, “where’s your father then?” “He’s in the Angel Room,” the little boy smiled up at his mother then ran off to play in his room. The woman stood up, a look of slight worry passed ove
by ~Stevie-poetryqueen
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My Dark AngelTt's such a cold nigtht To be here on my own Taste the darkness There's no place like homeMy Dark Angel
I need a hero
To save me fom being alone
But the creatures Who live in my dreams They won't save me, Or thats how it seems
I am deaf now To save me from hearing my screams
Thats when the shaft of black light Brings forth my champion of night
He never speaks, He never shows his face He holds me safe from the night In a crystal tight embrace
His lips they brush against mine,
I taste blood Reali
by ~paddypaws
untitled end to feelingnow i'm sittin again, only to think thinking of you, spilling my ink spitting my venom for the world to see why, if you love me, then can't we be? the world still turns, and the stars still shine alone in my head, i lie, and say this is fine what do i really want, is to stop this all take every last star, throw them, watch them fall with every ounce of strenght pull the sun from the sky lay it to rest in the ocean, smile at last and say good-bye spill every last drop of their blood for my freedom take you auntitled end to feeling
by ~off-in-the-distance
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- Current Residence: a kitchen
- Interests: that is a very vague word...define interests...
- Favourite band or musician: too many to mention...
- Favourite genre of music: i have no preference ^_^
- Favourite poet or writer: Douglas Adams. he fekkin rocks
- Favourite style of art: manga
- Wallpaper of choice: the stuff that stays on the walls? it could help.
- Skin of choice: the one on the outside of myself
- Personal Quote: Live, just for that feeling of being in love.
- Tools of the Trade: tools? anything i can use, i'll use...i'm not fussy.
- MSN: just ask x
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Is anyone following this? Coz i feel like i'm wrestling a sackful of monkeys here...
My sisters would probably disagree, but then they have college and exams and the likes.
I just have to deal with the cold and trying to light fires, without filling the room with smoke.
It's harder than you'd think, the chimney probably needs cleaning.
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Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon... ~ Terry Pratchett
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Is anyone following this? Coz i feel like i'm wrestling a sackful of monkeys here...
It hasn't been cleaned in a while.
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Over the centuries, mankind has tried many ways of combating the forces of evil... prayer, fasting, good works and so on. Up until Doom, no one seemed to have thought about the double-barrel shotgun. Eat leaden death, demon... ~ Terry Pratchett
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Is anyone following this? Coz i feel like i'm wrestling a sackful of monkeys here...
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