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TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey
Name: Rosalind Irene Crane
Birthday: Piss Off ! ! !
Birthplace: In a cretor on mars
Current Location: Hell
Eye Color: Red
Hair Color: Green
Height: 5'10
Right Handed or Left Handed: Both
Your Heritage: Daughter Of Satan :)
The Shoes You Wore Today: Street Beets
Your Weakness: Water
Your Fears: Clowns and germans
Your Perfect Pizza: pepperonoie
Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year: Burn 300 children
Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger: Kewl
Thoughts First Waking Up: Time for a killing spree
Your Best Physical Feature: My eyes
Your Bedtime: Anytime
Your Most Missed Memory: My pet cat who died last year :(
Pepsi or Coke: Non both unhealthy...
MacDonalds or Burger King: Non both unhealthy
Single or Group Dates: Single...
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: Iced tea
Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate
Cappuccino or Coffee: Cappuccino
Do you Smoke: NO
Do you Swear: FUCKING HELL YES
Do you Sing: yeah sum times...
Do you Shower Daily: No Comment ! ! !
Have you Been in Love:
Do you want to go to College: I am in college
Do you want to get Married: Maybe
Do you belive in yourself: Yeah i guess...
Do you get Motion Sickness: No
Do you think you are Attractive: Dunno...
Are you a Health Freak: Sumtimes
Do you get along with your Parents: Sumtimes
Do you like Thunderstorms: Sumtimes
Do you play an Instrument: Trying to learn guitar badly...
In the past month have you Drank Alcohol: Yeah
In the past month have you Smoked: Nope
In the past month have you been on Drugs: Nope - don't do drugs i saw what it did to my father...
In the past month have you gone on a Date: Nope
In the past month have you gone to a Mall: Yeah
In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos: What are Oreos ? ? ?
In the past month have you eaten Sushi: Yeah
In the past month have you been on Stage: Nope
In the past month have you been Dumped: Nope
In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping: Nope
In the past month have you Stolen Anything: Nope - these questions are staring to piss me off...
Ever been Drunk: Yes
Ever been called a Tease: Yes
Ever been Beaten up: No
Ever Shoplifted: No Comment
How do you want to Die: What kind of question is that ! ! !
What do you want to be when you Grow Up: FUCK OFF I DONT FUCKING GIVE A SHIT ! ! !
What country would you most like to Visit: Norway DARKTHRONE AND CRAZY FROG BABY ! ! !
In a Boy/Girl..
Favourite Eye Color: Green with red pupils
Favourite Hair Color: Black
Short or Long Hair: long
Height: Dunno
Weight: Anything apart from FAT ! !
Best Clothing Style: GOTH BOYS ARE HOT ! ! !
Number of Drugs I have taken: NoN
Number of CDs I own: Erm...20...
Number of Piercings: If i botherd to get my fat arse down to the piercing studio...
Number of Tattoos: Non-But i want Elvis tattooed on my buttocks ! ! !
Number of things in my Past I Regret: YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE ! ! !
CREATE YOUR OWN! - or - GET PAID TO TAKE SURVEYS!
Softcell's Tanited Love awesome vidio :)
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i like art
yeah some poneys i drew soooooo cutetie...in a sadistic kinnda way lol
Goth guys, My family and friends, pet rabbit billy,!!!DANI FILTH!!!, pewter jewlry, Salvordor Dali (fantastic artist!)
I have a v.mad fetish 4 books, Lewis Carol, Oscar Wlied, Dickens, plus stuff like Rowling, Diana Wyne Jones and Jacqueline Wilson!!!Oh and i like blood IN A BIG WAY! (no i am not a sadist!)
I dunno realy hopefully sum mega cute ass guy...lol!!!! But realy i just wanna meet mates and friends! I do not mind if you are gay, strait, goth, chav, rocker, i just want people to be them selves and honest!
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tehe evil dollies...just like mines
Hah the'er almost as beautiful as i am...
Arrrrgggghhhhhh crappy make-up still the music's fucking awesome...
Madoner meets the rocky horror show...hey u gotta love it...
Madona herself ! ! ! :) Great woman :P
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she does 'goth' very well indeed a beautiful vidio, madonna you melt my heart
Mortiis looking as hot as his bike WHOOO HOTT SUFF ! ! !
Mortiis - Mental Maelstrom
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AAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH GOBLINS ARE TAKING OVER MYSPACE AAARRRRGGGHHHHH *runs around like a penguin goblins hate Penguins you see*
ahhhh Marilyn Manson Mayberline's test subject...
My ideal girlfreind...Jessica you dominate my wildest dreams
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LUCIFUGUM - all mothers die
the vido to this song is shit, watch out for the very doggy looking troll and the crap acting...but the doggies are cute :D
Music hmmmm let me c....Korn, SLIPKNOT, Guns n' Roses, Nirvana, Ozzy Osborn, Alice Cooper, ,Scissor sisters, Queen, Marilyn Manson, Greenday, Evanescence, Wednesday13, Murderdolls, Killswich, Mortiis, Cradle Of Filth, Sterophonics, Gorilaz, Lordi, Plus loads of other realy kewl awsum bands that i just kant not b fucked 2 type!!!
Err any horror movie is cool as long as it is not crap! Oh and I like strong fantasies e.g. Lord Of The Rings/Harry Potter! My fav movie is by far the new Carlie and the chocolate factory, Willy Wonka is so sadistic, and deranged, watch out children lol!!!
'Good Moring starshine the earth says hello'
ahhh cutesie bunnys :)
and cute deer with a RABBIT :d
MORE BUNNY RABBIT LOTS MORE MWAHAHAHAHA BOINGIE *bangs head on table
quite a lot of black metalers wanna be him yah know...
Simpsons, Buffy (only coz of James Masters!!!), Nature documentreys, stoopid cartoons like Faily Odd Parents,spongebob, INVADER ZIM RAWKS ! ! ! the news (sumtimes), and other random shows and stuff like that!!!!
ahhh here wolfie
Already said but 4 those that kan not read i will repeat!!!have a v.mad fetish 4 books, Lewis Carol, Oscar Wlied, Dickens, plus stuff like Rowling, Diana Wyne Jones and Jacqueline Wilson!!!
NONE COZ I AM NOT THAT SAD!!!!
'The Raven'
By Edgar Allan Poe
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 someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," 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 forevermore.
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 visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor 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 the 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 soul 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 this 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 the 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 his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further 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."
Thus 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 lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose footfalls 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, O 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 word 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 hath 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 lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!!!!!