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[Miss Gaytastic]

I made harry potter shirts ^_^

http://www.redbubble.com/people/rottenyouth/t-shirts/everything?tag_id=harry  

[Vicious_Cuteness]

Doing show in 5 minutes!! BE THERE!!  

[Vicious_Cuteness]

http://www.blogtv.com/People/DarkOracle2  

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ninja ninja ninja  

[iBarty]

Wooo..just two more episodes before catching up to what I need to be at before the TV episode tonight! Excitement!  

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Wow, I love Desperate Housewives.  

[Don Caballero]

******** a badge, light em on fire, then dance a jig around the pig
expose them for what they really are, then quickly dispose of em'
Sworn in to serve and protect the people they neglect while spending time hiding the lucrative defects, in it for sport and fun so they could hide behind the badge and gun because in high school they were never number one.  

[Miss Gaytastic]

<3  

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hey  

[Don Caballero]

My name is unimportant
I was born in 1-9-9-2, at St. Vincent's
hospital, located in Green Bay
I am 6 foot, for I weigh 1-5-0 pounds
I have brown hair and green eyes
I enjoy writing songs, painting, movies and diner food
I have one brother, Ryan
and two parents, Robert and Kimberly
In May of 2-0-1-0 I went crazy..

This was originally not for public consumption
This was made for four people... four people that literally saved my life
They know who they are..
And ahhh I mean I could live to be a thousand
years old and never re-pay them
I don't think this song would pay for them
But hopefully by putting it out, push the bank a little further..

This ain't a burner for the whips
This ain't even my attempt at fly earthworm demeanor
My name is unimportant and I was born in Green Bay, Wisconsin
92, before Austin and after Nick... OK
In May of 2010 my seemingly splinter-proof
brain bone, scaffling imploded
I kept it on the hush, but nearly tumbling
to the cold hard concrete on near bodega trips
for ciggaretes and soda, shook me to kasper
Dizzy with a nothern chaser, motor sensory eraser
Gorophobe tunnel vision, guilt, self loathing arrangements
Rose rapidly outta bog I'd never fished in
that abates three separate foreign men's
While I seems to hook lines and syncro simple fishing
Simple primitive self taught, easing of soul, mind and body
but the symptoms rejected my cave-man modus operandi
So now it's one fish belly up, through medicated mol edge
Shrinks that get 250 an hour for awkward silence
And, I'd be lying if I said all of this
made even the slightest fragment of sense to me
That's frail... Simply put
I don't know what happened, or what's still happening
I literally feel like I'm teetering on the blunt edge of my sanity  

[Dr. OCD]

Enjoy