Tell her you will become a Nun and her legacey will never live on.
Tell her you will watch Watchmen and pay close attention to Dr. Manhatten.
Tell her you don't want to before burning the house down and holding a wild Rave.
Tell her the only reason you can't grow out your hair is because your mother lost her's in a special surgeory. Again. bad spelling, I guess.
Tell her that if you loose hair someone looses virginity. Tell her your hair on you is like making love and your not done.
Say one day you might have Cancer and you want to enjoy the time with your hair you have left.
Spelling was never my best subject.
It makes you feel like you're being rapped and tourtered.
Say that doing so and you not wishing to could hurt your relationship with ehr and one day when she is sick and dying you won't care. Then add if she doesn't, it could strengthen your bond and when she has no home, you'll take her in. Also say that from hair cuts some people are drived to depression which drives them to suicide.
12 They help me know some people that have suffered, been disrespected, and ignored in life heve been honored eternally after death.
Edgar's works fill me with such joy... (Full poem) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visiter," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;-vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-sorrow for the lost Lenore- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me-filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door; This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you"-here I opened wide the door- Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"- Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my sour within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping something louder than before. "Surely," said I, "Surely that is something at my window lattice; Let me see, then, what thereat is and this mystery explore- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;- 'Tis the wind and nothing more. Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he, But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then the ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "Art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning-little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if its soul in that one word he did outpour Nothing farther then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered- Till I scarcely more than muttered: "Other friends have flown before- On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never-nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee-by these angels he hath sent thee Respite-respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "Thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil!- Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted- On this home by Horror haunted-tell me truly, I implore- Is there-is there balm in Gilead?-tell me-tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "Thing of evil!-prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us-by that God we both adore- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." "Be that our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul has spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!-quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadows on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted-nevermore!
8 I believe I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I believe I can come crashing down. I believe I can take New York with me.
KOD'S Happy Ryhme Time (Emo/Happy): Listen up, lemme tell ya'll a happy poem. I'm gonna draw a picture A picture with a twist I'll draw it with a razorblade I'll draw it on my wrist
1 Here I am, in the Spamzone again. There I am, up on some list. Here I go, playing the noob again. There I go, turn the page.
Whatever the random number happens to be. When your in the flame of the spot light, and your sweat runs out of you like the music that you play, you remember what she said. And she said...
I guess if you listen closely, it could sound a bit diffrent. Maybe they used diffrent recorders. -Fun Fact: Mickey's origional voice was Walt Disney.
1: Atlantica, musicals just don't get along with me. 2: When I rebattled Sephiroth once and for some reason couldn't get a finisher to finish the battle.
Hello, FSLNell. Walcome to KHV. Here hopefully you will find more codes for hacked battles, make friends, have fun, follow the rules, and become a active member. Again, welcome.
Going up in flames sounds the coolest to me, but that seems like Axel's death and if you want something more origional, (unless I've forgotten and it was used in a Kingdom Hearts game), turning to dust that is quickly taken by the wind, is my second choice.
Sad thing is if they want a reply to the e-mail and you forget the e-mail address.
