If I Die lyricsAnd if I die tonightAnd if I lose the fightWould you tell me that you love meAs I'm drawn into the light?Take me to my pyreAnd let me watch the fireTell me you'll come with meAs the greedy flames burn higher...Go jump in the fire, I promise it doesn't burnGo jump in the fire, and wait for the world to turnGo jump in the fire, and so we all shall prayGo jump in the fire, we might see you again someday!
PleasantI'm quite happy and fairly hyper as of now. On Friday the 13ths, I always get this way...or when I accidentally spill salt. I do have a black cat, although he hates me to a certain degree. He doesn't really bring the charm, since I'm used to him.But I just aced something I really expected to fail on, and have more to come...and I somehow feel giddy. I can't explain it.I do not believe in luck, but on Friday the 13ths, nothing bad ever happens to me. I'm flooded with optimism, but really...ever. I had a streak a bit ago (bingo...I'm really good at it (how is one good at bingo?)). I also won a Pokemon battle with someone random...my one Pokemon seemed to find his inner Terminator and just went psycho. He's awesome. (The person I was battling against had the same name as my father...and he was from the same place. )Someone just said that 'it's cold outside'...and I misheard them as 'it's raining toilets'.
...Fire.I feel like drawing fire. Flames, dancing...licking up around a writhing form as it struggles to escape......You see, my subby*? This is why I want to Talk.Either way, M.E. is going to get a boost, and I'm going to work on a drawing to post (I never post them...I should start). You can expect things from me here, just not in excessive amounts. Anyway, after my unofficial Beta plot reader had a plot-reading-related meltdown (OrangePatrick...that was hilarious), I think that I've added enough anger/depression/sadness/forgiveness/hopelessness/romance to it as it needs. (Yes, romance. You've been warned...the epilogue might melt your heart.)*If you don't know who this is, you're not my subby. My subby's here on dA; if you've heard about the Talks, you know who my subby is. I'm not about to disclose them, though.
It is ON!I'm still laughing semi-maniacally at Billie's failed attampt at an insult. Oh, how he is going to regret this. Very, very much.Assuming he really is a 'he'.sheckyllDue to the ramped up hatred/competitiveness against Billie, I'm going to increase the sadistic factor of M.E. by about one hundret seventeen percent. (Note: one hundred seventeen percent was only to annoy you. I do not know how to correctly calculate this.)Here's a cool (depends on your thoughts toward these kinds of things ) thing: my dog was begging me for part of my cookie, and I shoved it all into my mouth and then felt bad; I half-spit it out and she proceeded to lick it out of my mouth. Well, kind of...she was licking my teeth, which was close enough. And because she was licking the cookie, I just let her have the part that wasn't already half-swallowed. Oh, and I think I made my one youth leader feel like an idiot by correcting him on a math statement. Billie, yo
If you ever see Vladdie and I chatting together...DO NOT go into the room.Why? We're both sadistic. And if you see a comment to the extent of 'and then as his entrails fell to the floor, he howled and yanked on the chains binding his wrists to the ceiling, until he foamed at the mouth and his body went slack and the chains made a mighty clatter' and the other one posting the , , or face...Well, that's more of a...nice...version of our thoughts. I might be posting a little story, a very, very sadistic story, and then I will most likely post the picture I was working a long, long time on...and, if any of you are brave enough to venture into the world of sheckyll and VladmiesserDiVisker, you may enter the WeDoNotStalkGreenDay chatroom on Saturday at about nine thirty to ten in the morning. Please note that this is in accordance to my timing. It is nine thirty at night here, and it is Thursday. Vladdie is twelve hours ahead of me.The two of us are not responsible for any mental scarring an