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Hey dudes, this will someday become my Dedication Page to the Artful Dodger from Charles Dickins Oliver Twist, right now its just....blah. :o) Feel free to look around! You'll be surprised. Hello. If you want help, leave. If you want advise- go jump off a mountain. My name is the Ghost. The universe is space, don't get to worked up over it. When you feel like your going to wretch- eat snow. When you feel like your going to buckle- say; I'm done. When you feel like you want to punch someone- punch a wall, its much more painful. If your obbsessed with something, don't spawn it off on others. If your obsessed with something- spread it around. If you have an opinoin about something- don't take it to court. If you love something- don't go where others clutch it to themselves. If you want to become a proffessional- be a couch potato. If you want to be honest- wire your mouth shut. If you want to have a purpose- don't sit infront of that screen. Please be careful where you step- there may be doggy doo doo. Sing quietly- talent scouts might be around. Draw with a dull pencil. Marker out the white spots on your tie. Never eat brocolli and potato tacos. Always look both ways before leaving a doorway. Including up. Never write a story that you not willing to share. If your good at something- avoid it. If your bad at something- enjoy it. Writing is not a proffession, but a chore. Every time you exhale your committing yourself to breathing in again. A break is never as long as you thought it would be. Neither are the works. A movie is a story in motion- unless this is your thouseandth time. Songs inspire you only when you can hear the words. There is no difference between listening and hearing. Smiley faces don't symbolize anything anymore, so don't bother. Unless you're the queen, prepare to meet defeat in the ketchup department. What month you were born in cannot effect what type of person you are. If you were an animal, things would be a lot simplier right now. There shouldn't be three million socialites in the world. Choco-man has conquerd over the Easter Bunny. God is wot/hooever u waunt hymn two bee. Keep the sheep indoors. Never fill a lake with chlorine. Prepare to act like an otter. There is never a crisis tha cannot be made worse with snid remarks. Make sure your remarks are worthy. What's the difference between half full and half empty, anyways? It seems the human race is out to destry the world- so we're the minority, wots yer point? Cleverness comes from pretending to be stupid. Camlafloge clothing is racist against deer. Feel the breeze. The Ghost. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Well, I see you made it to the next stop- good for you. By the way, that was a letter written to the world by my satanic alter-ego, The Ghost. What will happen next, are you all sitting on the edge of your seat?? First things first; the picture to the right is Ghaundi, a great man. I watched two movies worth of him, and he is. Beileve me. HAIKU Shamrocks are luckiest so is finding leprechauns and lucky pennies. So good luck to you, my freind, and for this luck you don't have to email it to fifteen people in three mineutes! Things are looking up for the world! | |||||||||||||||||||||||
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Here you are, wow, your really climbing up in life! Er...down. By the way, that poem up there? *points* I wrote it. Thats the kind of person I am. | This is an electric chair. One of the first I beilive. Enjoy looking at it. I always thought a gun would be easier, but the needle is definatly worse. This is my warning to criminals, although my warnings usualy are ignored. Happy ignoration! The Silver Goose Hope Parade Someday when the world is fair And all its people one, When love is truth and time will tell And peace has just begun, I will walk round freely, And you will dance your song, And we will wander restlessly, And never be gone too long. We will eat of the finest foods And drink the finest wine, And the silver goose with wings of gold Shall surly be the sign! Someday not so long ago, When all our hope was lost, Those times are still upon us, Freedom asks a bitter cost. Far across the landscape, Far past the wild wolf howl, We will march on endless days, Under the slavers prowl Lift up your teary face to the moon Oh woeful friend of mine, For the silver goose with wings of gold Shall surly be the sign! Someday when we're sitting low, With our offspring neath our eyes, And the air rings in soft rayed hues, With the old ones passive sighs, I will call upon the horn, And reap our family in, And we will sing for all our worth, Pure and pearly, running from sin. Oh twirl the dancer, on the path, Keep the steady pace and line, See the silver goose with wings of gold Shall surly be the sign! This is another poem. Its about slavery. Have a nice day.
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