To: grannie9
I'm still alive, honest! Just because the villagers staked me through the heart and put garlic in my mouth after dousing me with holy water doesn't mean anything.
But now I'm wet and I have this pain in my chest and my mouth and breath are terrible. I need a Halls cough drop...
Okay, okay.. so I do need a model that's somewhat into abject terror. I guess it is somewhat unnerving to have a short little squeek like me staring over one side of my gasses through my eyebrows while scratching on paper. Darn....
And all I need is for them to sit still. The amnesia ray has nothing at all to do with the project underway...
To: Darksheare
OOh oooh! I got '369!' I get a number too!
And now for something Edgar Allen Poe-ish.
A joint work by my sister and myself:
Funeral March
The night has come, the leaves have fallen
And amid the ashes of what once was, I stand
Staring at the glow-worm sparks of my pyre
My heart is aching, nay is breaking for the love I'd lost but never found
There in the dark I weep, my tears fall to the ground
There is a soft wind around, picking leaves up at my feet
Such silence, such emptiness, not even a heart beat
A broken heart that beats no more
I hide myself behind a mask, a smiling mask
Always... always
...nevermore...
To: Darksheare
LOL LOL..you are insane..but I love it. I'm starting to understand you, and it's scaring the hell out of me.. Yikes!!!
Other than out of your mind, where you been boy?
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