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Got our good computer fixed for free. My uncle sent us a new windows XP disk. Vista is suck and I'm so glad we got our XP fixed.
Stupid Computer!!!
Our good computer has been broken badly for months. It needs to have the harddrive wiped, but we don't have a windows disk. Great. $120. Should only take at -least- another month to get it fixed. Till then, I'm on a 1999 dell with a 6 gig harddrive. It can barely run any of the sites I visit. *sucks I tell you, sucks*
eliteskills.com
Ugh, after four great years of membership on eliteskills.com, I feel so frustrated. The site has declined so much. Lost some of its best, most giving, most talented members. And the critiquing has gone to shit. Leaving everyone aching for the input and honesty that existed once between what is now the dinosaurs of the site. So, I am making it my mission to be the one who brings critiquing back. I don't know how much it is going to help, or how effective it will be. But I hope it workd the wonders that it needs to. I just wish Crash would come back on there, and tell all of the newbs who don't edit or try how much their work sucks. He almsot
Nice
My character on Armageddon MUD is about to have a miscarriage. I can't help but site and listen to Brazen by Skunk Anansie over and over again. So I will let you in on the words if you don't know them.
I called you brazen
Called you whore right to your face
And watched you silently
And publicly disgraced
I didn't notice
When you strengthened like a vice
That you were trembling
And burned beneath the ice
Why don't you weep
When I hurt you?
Why don't you weep
When I cut you?
You don't bleed
And the anger builds up inside
Why don't you weep
When I hurt you?
Why don't you weep
When I cut you?
You don't bleed
And the anger buil
Ach... Beautifully depressed...
We held hands on the last night on earth.
Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees,
screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves.
It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated
along the bottom of the river.
So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea
and the shattered seasons lay,
and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease.
In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner."
The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide.
We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes
of stars that wore like an antique weddi
© 2008 - 2024 breathlessandbroken
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