I'm a pretty little thing, Always coming with the spring; In the meadows green I'm found, Peeping just above the ground, And my stalk is cover'd flat With a white and yellow hat.
Why do you think i am wise? Because i talk in circles and think in patturns. Why do you think i am crazy? Because i think in circles and talk in patturns. Why do you think i am beautiful? Because i dance in circles and fuck in patturns. Why do you love me? Because i can break the patturns and pervert the circles.
There once was a ninja from nantucket Who kept all his swords in a bucket He started to spin And said with a grin When i let this thing go you best ducket
ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!!!!!!!!! Well Let Me Think... (Yes I Can Think You Know!!!) I Am... A Person, Of Any Consiquence I Am Not Sure But A Person None The Less. I Like Purple Stuff And Green Stuff, And Bright Shiny Things!!!!
Oh And Batman Ownzez Your Ass!!!
AIM= NeonsMadness
*runs around screaming*OMG MYSPACE WHORISHNESSISITY IS CONTAGIOUS!!!!*stops and looks at you and points right between your eyes* I blame you...... *Points Buz gun at your head* This thing will blow you up to next week so DONT MOVE!!! You think you can get away with infecting me.. HUH!! WELL YOU CAN!!! *Huggles* LOVES!! EVERY GIVE LOVES!! MAKE LOVE NOT WAR!! AND all the other free love fun stuffs.
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I am using my heat vision to kill you... You know... Like... How you're dead now...
RUN AWAY!!!
"Who killed Cock Robin?"
"I," said the Sparrow,
"With my bow and arrow, I killed Cock Robin."
"Who saw him die?" "I," said the Fly,
"With my little eye, I saw him die."
"Who caught his blood?" "I," said the Fish,
"With my little dish, I caught his blood."
"Who'll make the shroud?" "I," said the Beetle,
"With my thread and needle, I'll make the shroud."
"Who'll dig his grave?" "I," said the Owl,
"With my pick and shovel, I'll dig his grave."
"Who'll be the parson?" "I," said the Rook,
"With my little book, I'll be the parson."
"Who'll be the clerk?" "I," said the Lark,
"If it's not in the dark, I'll be the clerk."
"Who'll carry the link?" "I," said the Linnet,
"I'll fetch it in a minute, I'll carry the link."
"Who'll be chief mourner?" "I," said the Dove,
"I mourn for my love, I'll be chief mourner."
"Who'll carry the coffin?" "I," said the Kite,
"If it's not through the night, I'll carry the coffin."
"Who'll bear the pall? "We," said the Wren,
"Both the cock and the hen, we'll bear the pall."
"Who'll sing a psalm?" "I," said the Thrush,
"As she sat on a bush, I'll sing a psalm."
"Who'll toll the bell?" "I," said the bull,
"Because I can pull, I'll toll the bell."
All the birds of the air fell a-sighing and a-sobbing,
When they heard the bell toll for poor Cock Robin.
