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To all that it Concerns: AT THE END OF THIS MONTH BROKENBULLETS WILL BE LEAVING SG FOR A WHIILE. BROKENBULLETS CAN BE REACHED AT HIS MYSPACE AND YAHOO. AND HIS AOL AT BRIMSTONE21287@AOL.COM. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY. WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULAR PROGRAMMING OF HOT NAKED CHICKS.

School's gonna start up pretty soon. I don't mind, I've got too much free time. I'm hoping to major in Journalism and get a certificate for Audio Production. I'd really like to work with bands to make their albums. If that doesn't work out I can work for the local newspaper.

Can some one come up with an ugly person from Britain(the Queen is not an option and I would find it offensive of you to say so)? All the women I know of from Britain are increadibly beautiful creatures. (Feel free to invade my heart any time) Speaking of Britain that's where my new favorite artist is from. Her name is Corinne Bailey Rae. Not...
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Haven't written in a while just got fired from Game Tester Job Now unemployed and looking for work.

Hoping to write a poem for a certain SG of my interest. Hope this doesn't blow up in my face.

Why are girls with lots of tattoos so fucking sexy?

Here is a lesson all horror movies teach us. DONT FUCKING GO CAMPING IN THE FUCKING WOODS! DONT HAVE SEX IN THE FUCKING WOODS. AND DON'T INVESTIGATE EVERY STRANGE NOISE YOU HEAR!

Just came back from seeing my boy Danny. He's back for two weeks before the our wondeful commander and cheif ships him of to Iraq.

I've decided to try my hand at writting stories. But seeing as how i'm really introverted I may need some help gathering information on certain experiences. So don't be surprized if I ask you some weird questions.

Within Man and Woman is an angel and a demon. I'm afraid that lately the angels are becoming weaker. The demons slowly devour them, leaving only mindless beasts. Beasts who devour each other until there isn't anything left. I'm truly scared for our future.

Another day another dollar, Haven't got anything new to say but I think I'm addicted to Tombraider Legend

The Tragedy of Winter Solstice

The full moon rises,
It's light reflecting off crimson snow,
The Crow caws thrice in sympathy,
Upon the scene below,
A maidens hands stained with blood,
She kneels tearfully over the man she loves,
His eyes are dull and dead,
His spirit now free to depart,
Given flight by the cruel cold dagger,
Which he laid rest into his heart,...
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