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♠Tim~Tim,,♠ R.I.P timmy love ya bro

YOU KNOW, A LONG TIME AGO BEING CRAZY MEANT SOMETHING. NOWADAYS, EVERYBODY'S CRAZY. -Charles Manson

About Me

hmmp this is really hard ok lets see im ramdom all of the time, im the life of the party even when its only me lol i love nature music is my life i play guitar a lil drums i can sing and i do it very well i can sing melow to heavy music that bout it lol if u wann aknow more just ask me and ill be more than happy to tell

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LETS SEE I WANT SOMBODY THAT WILL NOT CHEAT STEAL AND LIE TO ME. I WANT SOME ONE I CAN TRUST WITH MY LIFE. I WANT SOME ONE WHO HAS NO DULL SENCE OF HUMOR AND KNOWS HOW TO HAVE A GOOD TIME. I WANT THIS PERSON TO TAKE A JOKE AND CAN DISH IT BACK. SHE HAS TO BE BEAUTIFUL AND KNOWS SHE IS BUT IT CANT GO TO HER HEAD I DONT WANT A SLUT!!!!!!!!! a

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THE RAVENby Edgar Allan Poe (1845)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 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 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 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 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 soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat 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 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 blest 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 the 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 fancy 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 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, 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 word our sign in 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!-- THE END --

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yet once again another tattoo pix

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Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Fri, 29 Dec 2006 08:15:00 PST

TATTOO UPDATE!!!!!

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Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Thu, 17 Aug 2006 09:59:00 PST

NEW TAT!!!!!!!!!!

Hey i finally got time to make this shit been busy and im at my bro RATT"s house cuz hes kick ass well besides that heres sum pix of me new tat tell me wut u think of it its not even nearly done not b...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Wed, 02 Aug 2006 03:04:00 PST

this is the most funniest shit ever!!!!!!!

If you have raised kids (or been one), and gone through the pet syndrome including toilet-flush burials for dead goldfish, the story below will have you laughing out LOUD!   Overview: I had to t...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 08:52:00 PST

how evil am i?

You Are 80% Evilhttp://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-4.jp g" height="100" width="100">You are very evil. And you're too evil to care.Those who love you probably also fear you. A lot.How'...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Thu, 20 Apr 2006 08:24:00 PST

more ramblings

I BUMPED MY HEAD TODAY, I FELL DOWN HARD MY LLIFE HAS BEEN PASSIN ME BY, I HAVE AGED AND FORGOT HOW MUCH, MY FRIENDS ARE LIL PPL THAT I CANNOT SEE BUT THEY SEE ME THEY TALK TO ME. WE LAUGH AND PLAY JO...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Tue, 21 Mar 2006 07:43:00 PST

RAMBLINGS OF A MAD MAN

KNIVES IN THE WALLS SMOKE IN THE AIR SHIT HIT THE FAN ASHES IN MY HAIR I FEEL THE BLOOD PUMPIN THROUGH MY VEINS BLOOD TURNS TO ASH LIFE TURNS TO DEATH  I LOOK BEHIND ME  I SEE MY PAS...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Fri, 17 Mar 2006 03:33:00 PST

THE GUYS RULES!!!!!!!!

The Guys' Rules>>>>>>>>>>> >At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down.>>>>>>>>>>>>> >Finally, the guys' side of the story.>>> >(I must admit, it's pretty good.)>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >We alwa...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Wed, 11 Jan 2006 12:17:00 PST

THE YEARS BEST HEADLINES!!!!!!!

THE YEAR'S BEST (actual) HEADLINES OF 2005: Crack Found on Governor's Daughter         [Imagine that!] Something Went Wrong in Jet Crash, Expert Says   &n...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Thu, 05 Jan 2006 04:26:00 PST

MY FRIENDSHIP POEM!!!!!!!

Are you tired of all those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:  ...
Posted by ♠Tim~Tim"♠ on Wed, 04 Jan 2006 10:43:00 PST