I love this girl sooo much!!!!! 
Some people don't like him, but French_Frog is cool. Just take a look at this.
This song is a car wreck of beauty.
Mordecai
(Day one) Asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway. This day will soon turn
black and my "wants and needs" will spill on my
burning ashes. I learned to be selfish today...I
learned to be alive. These things I care for are for my
personal gain and my personal happiness only. Why
should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all before and I've confused myself a
thousand times. The tragic day that I call morality
just doesn't do it for me anymore. No more choices,
just standing in the cold. The day will turn black
and I will have either lived or died. Asleep mid-
sentence- my words fall to the ground. Swept into
this dreamland. Economic satisfaction, never suc-
ceed. But happiness has its place. Justice will not lie
in your corner. New day towards death, only com-
passion for my own needs make my need necessary.
(Day two) Throw myself in the corner; I have
nothing to complain about here. A tragic day seems
too peaceful to most, spoiled ambitions turned
my heart to black. I'm figuring out this realization
process - the process to never look upon bitter
ground. Living dreams, loving dreams, awakening
to what I've always dreamt of. The familiar sound
of lovely love from the love of my life will keep the
notes coming. From the reciting of the show, to plip
and shevanel, to the grind that annoys, and the
sarcasm they hate... forever I worship, I'll kill, love,
and hate for all of you. Thank you for the best part
of my life.
Some people don't like him, but French_Frog is cool. Just take a look at this.
This song is a car wreck of beauty.
Mordecai
(Day one) Asleep mid-sentence- the words fell apart.
No one is listening anyway. This day will soon turn
black and my "wants and needs" will spill on my
burning ashes. I learned to be selfish today...I
learned to be alive. These things I care for are for my
personal gain and my personal happiness only. Why
should I sit in your chairs and satisfy your standards.
I've done it all before and I've confused myself a
thousand times. The tragic day that I call morality
just doesn't do it for me anymore. No more choices,
just standing in the cold. The day will turn black
and I will have either lived or died. Asleep mid-
sentence- my words fall to the ground. Swept into
this dreamland. Economic satisfaction, never suc-
ceed. But happiness has its place. Justice will not lie
in your corner. New day towards death, only com-
passion for my own needs make my need necessary.
(Day two) Throw myself in the corner; I have
nothing to complain about here. A tragic day seems
too peaceful to most, spoiled ambitions turned
my heart to black. I'm figuring out this realization
process - the process to never look upon bitter
ground. Living dreams, loving dreams, awakening
to what I've always dreamt of. The familiar sound
of lovely love from the love of my life will keep the
notes coming. From the reciting of the show, to plip
and shevanel, to the grind that annoys, and the
sarcasm they hate... forever I worship, I'll kill, love,
and hate for all of you. Thank you for the best part
of my life.
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You Have Become...WEIRD!!
AAAAAAACK!!!
Look at That Septum Retainer....OOOOOOOOOOO!
Ya Know...You Don't as much look Evil...As Much As I know You CAN Be...Firm Tomatoes Hurt More...Have I Told You Lately That Your Horns are showing??
...and they look GOOoooOOOooooOOD!
I only wish I could be able to jump right into chat...But whenever I HAVE been able to...You have not been around...(My Computer is On its last legs...I am waiting for my New Uber-Custom one to be done...I sure Hope it makes it...Shit, I spent half an hour trying to just get mine workin right for visitin' folks...)
It's Good to Know That You are Alive and Kicking ass...Speaking of Ass...and other body parts...So, Whats Next to be poked???
I use to pull A Wickedly Quick, yet gentle P.A. But That was Before Me hands got bad...Keep Your Septum Clean...The Nose is called "The Triangle of Death" to us piercers for A reason...One Infection in The wrong spot..?
*ZZZZIPPPP* Straight to The Brain...You're Dead!
So Keep It Clean!! Your One of The Folks I am NOT referring to In My Latest Entry...So Keep Alive, Godamnit!!
Keep On With The Transformation, Cheekbone-Boy!!
OOogaBOOoga