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_murder on the daaaaance floor!_aka_panick! at the disco!!_
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i went to Mochvara yesterday. going to a disco the day after a murder is a thrill ride. and i got a crapload of poetic thoughts. and i decided to write a story about it. and a story about the slaughtery house i dreamt about. and i'm gonna call it 'Chucky and the Meat Factory' :D  so, yesh. i'm tired. i think i'll write that story now. |
- 15:53 - ~feels like tragedy~ (3) - ~kiss in the shape of a bullet...~
x: She said she's no good with words but I'm worse :x
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baaaaack with neeeeews!! okeedokee. firstly... I'm sick  i mean, not sick-sick. i was sick-sick a couple of days ago. I went to Mochvara and i was all spinny. and i drank only what...a juice vodka and a breezer??? ----naw, it's not the booze, it's the heat. +_+ i'll be back in skool tomorrow, tho i don't rly miss going to it, just my super class and goofing around, lol.  and... Valentine's day whassup with that? not in love, currently. i mean, dunno. maybe i am. depends....depends... i'm not lonely lately. nope. no-sir-ee I do have someone, tho. But i don't think that reely counts. if you get my point...eeeh...yes. Love's okay, love's good, love's great. but it's all so...commercialized. I dunno if i should go to the english lesson todaye. I'm still sick and bed restrained. if it weren't for the tests, i wouldn't go to skool tomorrow. and tomorrow is ***VALENTINE'S DAY*** holy mother of cows.  Foof. I sure as hell ain't gonna die a virgin.  Oh, yes. i was about to write about my little venture at the comic shop a couple of weeks a ago. maybe a month has passed or so. I asked the clerk the Tim Burton poetry book. and he was like...'dude...Tim Burton, dude. I'll have to see if it's in stock.' 'what are you...stupid?? you dunno if you have the Tim Burton book?? Aren't you like, supposed to be telepathically connected to Tim Burton's artwork?' 'yeah, well...you were born 15 years too late, kid!!' asshole. but he ordered The Book, so i guess that's okae. muahahahaha  and anothet thing i'm so worked up about...THE PHANTOM OF THE KLASIČNA :3 okay okay, so i made up the name... but it's the reel deel. THE MASKENBAL?? YES, YES...The Ball under The Masks. I worked my sick ass off to make the goddamn posters so you better appriciate them, people. or should i say...Klasičari. we so kick 16. gimnazija's slimy asses. woohoo.   my head hurts. i think i'll go lie down somewhere... |
- 15:26 - ~feels like tragedy~ (16) - ~kiss in the shape of a bullet...~
~Once more, Misery is a Butterfly~
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i wrote 8o posts already. lol. i know i know, i haven't written a goddamn thing in ages, but there it is. there this is. yes. yes. sooo, i've been wrapped up in skool and math and i was busy watching cartoons. cartoons, bastards. i love my cartoons. and as you may or may not notice, i have redesigned teh bloggie. so you wouldn't call me lazy. and i shall be, of course, revisting all your poor blogs so i can finally comment on how kool i am and how lazy i was. so, yah. okeedokee. okay, so i wanted to take a few shots of my evil master chamber, and i happened to crop them to fit the screen, so...taaa-daaah! :3   oh, yes. be very very jealous. envy me. obey me, muahahahaha. fuckers, fuck salad fingers. pork. (i was gonna write 'porn' but i like 'pork' just as much Oo) okay, enough with the photoshoot. what's new, you ask me? huh? is that what ure asking? is it? **i got mice. twice. those goddamned mice. pesky lil beings. but cute, tho. rly cute. LIL WHITE LAB MICE. DARN I'MMA RACIST x3 i'll take pics of them, prolly. dunno. depends on my mood. ~~~~~~~ |
- 16:51 - ~feels like tragedy~ (9) - ~kiss in the shape of a bullet...~
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burlesque queen
 tim burton, danny elfman, jhonen vasquez, candy canes, candy in general [not to worry. mommy's a dentist. zomg. just like...WONKA *gasp*], spiral staircases, secret rooms filled with candy [which, one day i'll surprise my kids with], daggers, crossbows, automatic crossbows, automatic full-lenght crossbows, automatic full-lenght triple re-charging silver crossbows, automatic...[well, you get my point], silver in general [gold is evil], guinea pigs, crows, ravens, frogs [green ones especially], corsets, leather corsets which have nothing to do with bondage of any kind, steel armour, non-romantic realistic poetry, romantic-yet-not-so-sappy poetry, Edgar, plain black tophats, gloves of any kind, black fingerless gloves, fishnet gloves, arm warmers, long discussions about the final season of *oz*, tom fontana, black-n-white motives, colorless photographs, frayed paper, pale skin, pierced lips, them big packet pringles, teh cinema, butter flavoured popcorn, long matrix themed o'reily brother's leather coats, vampires, ghost stories, amy lynn lee, danny elfman's music, fluffy pillows, fireplaces, untouched snow, neck ties, stories, absinthe, opium, inspector abberline, edmund blackadder, narrators in stories, side notes in books, old books, 16th century medicine, curvy wings, green eyes, gonagall edmund hewitt & acker wood, thinking about the future as a famous writer, ireland, the sound of crickets[although they scare the crap out of me], my pretty little former-green-now-stripey-black-n-red room, colorful allstars, army boots, masks, canes, long black capes, pirates, silence, music, dark fantasy movies, hanz zimmer, midnight, the full moon, long trees in a forest, hillocks covered with snow, spooky willow trees, pumpkins, mistery, shadows, black and white combinations, thin wrists, bracelets, piercings, emo, narrow stone alleys and streets, unknown poets, unmarked graves, tombstones, elegant pose, mirrors, wooden stakes, cute guys like dorian gray with oh-so-nasty secrets they reveal for-your-ears-only once/before you kiss him, snarky guys, bad boys gone good at the end of the movie, credit rolls, mistakes during the filming, laughter, irish accent, rooftop bedrooms, big beds, wedding gowns... 
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