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You scored as Outgoing. You outgoing and you have a very friendly personality.
Outgoing
56%
Fun
50%
Nice
44%
Immature
19%
Shy
13%
mean
6%
Dramatic
6%
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What 80's Metal Band are you?
Metallica
You are a band with Metal in it's name. Metallica. You have no costume or make-up, you just serve metal up the ass. You rock!
.. Im randomly crazy, but get tired easily, and get annoyed by small people with a lot of energy! In the right mood i come up with the most random things and scare everyone in a five mile radius, unfortunately for them the right mood is what im in most of the time so.....prepare to be scared. Why can I not sleep? Why am I turning? Why are all the trees burning? Forest fires, crooked liars, Why am I so sullen and drained? In the bush, it's raining, Lost man on his own, Has anyone thought to save him? The monkey is waiting in the tree Counts to three Hearing the sound of the fume-fuelled wagon He leaps on the back... Attack! Attack! Attack! No old heathen, not today. The rain falls upon the acidic trees of the millennium scorn The fire has vanished, leaving behind a trail of death for all to see. The birds & the trees, then you & me Lay twitching on the forest floor. The yeti is waiting for us to take us into his home, Care for us just like one of his own. Wild bones! Wild bones! Wait! The yeti no longer has a home The trees are gone & nothing has grown. A table, a chair, an internet nightmare, When will the forest speak? When all is dried up and way too weak? Wait for nightfall, it's so beautiful out here. Up high in a wave of oxygen love I sit, Up high on this glorified cement postcard I spit. I spit, I spit upon thee. Wait for your red skies, Wait for the red skies, Do you know how it feels to be alive? Let me know, let me know how you feel... When will the forest speak? When the trees are dried up and way too weak? Wasting a life on calculations, Not enough money for operations, Waste of life, statistics, plastic soldiers Sound of sticks rubbing together. All the people gather. Wait for the man, he must have a plan, Show me and make me a smile I can wear. Me & you we can make up too, No use for hate if you're wearing my shoes. Be happy, be sad, be a wild rotten lamb, Don't bother me now, I'm drenched to the bone. A sound of a truck and an axe and a fall Of a tree and a life and a planet so small Sick to the bone of your dour heart of stone. Let me know how you feel... You say it's too hot so you can take off your top A clank of a slot machine, coins bled unclean. A beaten old lizard staggers over the road, A hand and a heart, the lake in the park, The candle won't light and the fire won't spark. I'm worn and I'm torn but I still carry on. The money is angry, the money has taken the... Watching mayhem leaping from truck to truck, This is where he rejoins his friends. They feast, they drink, they talk about How things used to be... I still can't sleep. I still can't sleep. I still can't sleep. A million minds and a million voices A million thoughts, and only one choice. The need to find peace.Then when your tribe's ascending from the egg into the flower, alpha information sending states within the heaven shower from disciples the unending subtleties of river power. They slip inside this house as they pass by.If your limbs begin dissolving in the water that you tread, all surroundings are evolving in the stream that clears your head, find yourself a caravan like Noah must have led, and slip inside this house as you pass by.Slip inside this house as you pass by. True conception, knowing why, brings even more than meets the eye. Slip inside this house as you pass by.In this dark we call creation we can be and feel and know from an effort, comfort station, that's surviving on the go. There's infinite survival in the high baptismal glow. Slip inside this house as you pass by.There is no season when you are grown. You are always risen from the seeds you've sown. There is no reason to rise alone. Other stories given have sages of their own.Live where your heart can be given, and your life starts to unfold in the forms you envision in this dream that's ages old. On the river layer is the only sayer. You receive all you can hold, like you've been told.Every day's another dawning. Give the morning winds a chance. Always catch your thunder yawning. Lift your mind into the dance. Sweep the shadows from your awning. Shrink the fourfold circumstance that lies outside this house. Don't pass it by.Higher worlds that you uncover light the path you want to roam. You compare there and discover You won't need a shell of foam. Twice born gypsies care and keep the nowhere of their former home. They slip inside this house as they pass by.Slip inside this house as you pass by. You think you can't, you wish you could. I know you can, I wish you would slip inside this house as you pass by.Four and twenty birds of Maya baked into an atom you polarized into existence, magnet heart from red to blue: to such extent, the realm of dark within the picture it seems true, but slip inside this house and then decide.All your lightning waits inside you. Travel it along your spine. Seven stars receive your visit. Seven seals remain divine: seven churches filled with spirit, treasure from the angels' mine. Slip inside this house as you pass by.Slip inside this house as you pass by The space you make has your own laws. No longer human gods are cause. The center of this house will never die.There is no season when you are grown. You are always risen from the seeds you've sown. There is no reason to rise alone. Other stories given have sages of their own.Draw from the well of unchanging. Its union nourishes on in the right re-arranging till the last confusion is gone. Water-brothers trust in the ultimate of the always singing song they pass along.One-eyed men aren't really reigning. They just march in place until two-eyed men with mystery training finally feel the power fill. Three-eyed men are not complaining. They can yo-yo where they will. They slip inside this house as they pass by. Don't pass it by.http://www.texaschapbookpress.com/magellanslog94/dangers. htm