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- Current Residence: Enterprise, Alabama
- Interests: Art, Writing, Reading, Nature, Thingamabobs, People Watching, Etc.
- Favourite movie: All of Tim Burton, Anything with Johnny Depp or Winona Ryder, etc.
- Favourite band or musician: A Little Bit of Everything
- Favourite genre of music: Lots
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali, Claude Monet, Ariel, Etc.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar A. Poe, Jane Austen, Etc.
- Shell of choice: Turtle I suppose if it remains on the turtle.
- Favourite cartoon character: Courage the Cowardly dog.. Freaky Fred
- Personal Quote: Don't expect anything and you won't be disappointed.
- Tools of the Trade: Anything
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.: Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
and I say it's all right .: -the one and only Beatles
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Anywho, I am in class...listening to Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls...
>.x
Bai.
--> Sloth
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Just When You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse
hay! how ya been? n2m with me. just chilling.
have a good day!
pce out
~pp~
Or a coral lip admires,
Or from star-like eyes doth seek
Fuel to maintain his fires:
As old Time makes these decay,
So his flames must waste away.
But a smooth and steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts, and calm desires,
Hearts with equal love combined,
Kindle never-dying fires:
Where these are not, I despise
Lovely cheeks or lips or eyes.
=3
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Just When You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse
Hey, Wrath!
This is Sloth, and I am in class also. ^.^
Pretty cool, huh?
Mrs. Bailey is just walkin' around and turning off the air....
-Shivers-
'Tis cold in here, it is.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways...
One.
Two.
Three.
=3
Okay, no...lemme see how much I can remember...
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth, breadth, and height my soul can reach, when I am feeling out of sight.
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle light.
I love thee freely as men strive for right. (almost said fight for right x3)
I love thee purely as they turn from praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use in my old griefs and my childhood faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, and tears of all my life.
And,
If God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
...
I think I got it.
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Just When You Thought It Couldn't Get Any Worse
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