No time for goodbye he said
As he faded away
Don't put your life in someone's hands
Their bound to steal it away
Don't hide your mistakes
'Cause they'll find you, burn you
Then he said
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
This is my last time she said
As she faded away
It's hard to imagine
But one day you'll end up like me
Then she said
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If I stay it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go I can only hope
That I make it to the other side
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Hold on for
If you want to get out alive
Run for your life
If you want to get out alive
Hold on for
If I stay, it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go I can only hope
That I make it to the other side
If I stay, it won't be long
Till I'm burning on the inside
If I go, if I go
Burning on the inside
Burning on the inside
Burning on the inside
-- "Get Out Alive", Three Days Grace, One-X --
Quotes:
"Immediately after the monsters, die the heroes" -- Roberto Calasso, 'The Marriage of Cadmus and Harmony', spoken by the character Dionysus
"Evil only triumphs when good men stand by and do nothing" -- Edmund Burke, English Philosopher
"Power tends to corrupt, and absolute power corrupts absolutely" -- Lord John Emerich Edward Dalberg Acton
"Unlimited power is apt to corrupt the minds of those who possess it" -- William Pitt the Younger, The Earl of Chatham
"Those who do not learn from history are doomed to repeat it" -- George Santayana
"History is written by the victor" -- Latin Proverb
"The pioneers of a war-less world are the youth that refuse military service" -- Albert Einstein
"God does not play dice with the universe" --Albert Einstein
This is the best poem ever:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Sugar is sweet
And so are you
But the roses are wilting
And the violets are dead
The sugar bowl is empty
And so is your head
--This is a quote from my brother (and who knows where he got it)--
This is the best joke ever:
A duck walked into a bar one day and went up to the bartender. The duck asked the bartender, "Do you have any grapes?"
The bartender answered, "No, this is a bar, we do not have any grapes."
The duck says, "Okay," and walks away.
The next day the duck is back and asks the bartender the same question, "Do you have any grapes?"
The bartender answers the same way, "No, this is a bar, we do not have any grapes."
The duck says, "Okay," and walks away.
The next day the duck is back again and asks the bartender the same question, "Do you have any grapes?"
The bartender answers the same way, "No, this is a bar, we don't have any grapes."
The duck says, "Okay," and leaves.
The next day the duck is back again and he walks up to the bartender and asks again, "Do you have any grapes?"
The bartender finally snaps and screams at the duck, "NO THIS IS A BAR!! WE DO NOT HAVE ANY GRAPES!!"
The duck calmly replies, "Okay," and leaves.
The next day the duck is back in the bar and he asks the bartender the same question, "Do you have any grapes?"
The bartender, still angry and annoyed with the duck, screams at him, "NO, WE DO NOT HAVE ANY GRAPES!! AND IF YOU COME IN HERE ONE MORE TIME ASKING FOR GRAPES I'M GOING TO NAIL YOUR BEAK TO THE BAR!!"
The duck replies calmly, "Okay," and walks away.
The next day the duck is back and he walks up to the bartender and asks, "Do you have any nails?"
The bartender, confused, replies, "No."
So then the duck asks, "Got any grapes?"
This is an excerpt from my story, "The Beginning": (Rated M)
A force slammed into us. We didn't know what it was, only that just before, our friend had been run through with a sword. We felt the unseen force shove us back. We all prepared for a harsh landing, but we were gently deposited on the ground.
I think we had all closed out eyes, because we all sat up about the same time. All of us had windswept hair; all of us were bloody and tired. We stared at each other. Feeling that we had to do something, but couldn't remember what it was. All of our eyes widened at the same time. We whispered the name of our friend. She had been hurt, tired, and wounded. She was strongest, so we had thrust our Power to her and had sent her to her death.
There were logical reasons for it, of course. She had been doing this sort of thing the longest. She was preparing herself to do it anyway. She had known what she was doing, and she had known the risks. She had asked us to let her try first. But she was our friend, we shouldn't have let her do it. We ran as fast as we could up to the dais. We were wounded, so it took a while. Every time someone fell or had to pause, all of us stopped collectively. We've been through too much to not have special connection, the five of us girls.
But we couldn't feel her. She had defended us. Isolated herself. We had foolishly thought it was because she though herself better than us. We were very ashamed of that. She isolated herself to defend us from the full force of her strength. We only noticed it when she had tried to shield us all. We stopped our ascent and looked back at the mangled bodies we had nearly gave our lives to defend. We sent our weary minds out in search of signs of life. We found none. We hadn't expected to.
But it still hurt.
Tears spilled over. All of us cried for our friends. We were too tired to actually give up time to stop and bawl. She had always found a way shield her awareness from our minds, but we were fairly certain we had sensed some form of life from where our friend was.
We reached the top of the dais. Where the fight had taken place. We looked around. We found her body. She wasn't alive.
She was dead.
We dropped to our knees next to her body, not caring about what it might do to our already weak constitution. We closed our eyes and bowed our heads. Sending up prayers to our respective gods or goddesses for her well being in the afterlife. None of us did anything. Our normally perpetually happy natures seemed to have died with her. We didn't know what to do. So just sat there.
We heard a noise to behind us. Collectively, we turned to look at the creature that had disrupted our mourning. It was the thing that had once been our friend. The thing that had killed the best of us. It was the life we had sensed. Damn it, why couldn't it have been our true friend who had survived? She crawled over to us. Toward our hatred and contempt filled eyes.
She flinched. Then said, "I can save her. If you let me, I can save her."
As one, the five of us said, "You cannot save her. You killed her. Why would we let such an abomination hear her? She gave her life for us. For you."
The girl flinched again. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but please, let me try... Let me try to redeem myself..."
We looked away from the monster and into each other's eyes. Asking if we should let her. Finally, we decided that if she could save her, it would be worth it. If not, no real harm done. Together we should be able to finish the job and move our friends body. We looked at the thing and nodded together.
The creature relaxed and crawled forward. We looked on. We were not about to make the job easier for the thing that had killed so many people so dispassionately. It deserved the suffering it got and more. Eventually the creature made it to our friend's head. It put its hands on the sides of our friend's head, and looked into the eyelids. It sighed and opened our friend's eyes. The two of us closest to it paled. It again put its hands on our friend's head and looked into her eyes.
We could feel the thing's Power, what was left, swirl around us. It was the we knew what she was doing. Together and separately we tried to get her to stop. We didn't want her to die. We were just angry with her, we didn't hate her. Far from it, she was our friend, we loved her. We finally understood what our friend was doing. She had given her life to defend the friendship that we had with our enemy. She was giving her a chance to redeem herself with her final breath. Whether our friend knew it consciously or not, she might have saved our enemy's soul.
We watched, completely helpless, as our friend, once enemy, drained away her life force so she could defy the forces of nature. To touch her now, to try to stop her, would mean getting pulled in and used up ourselves. Pure self preservation at its finest stopped us from helping. The two in the real equation were the strongest people or our kind to walk the earth. They could only balance each other. We were too weak to help, even at our best.
We watched, as our best friend started to move, and as our once enemy, laid on the ground, and stilled.
Never to move again.
For the third part of this, hit the homepage button. (Link to the first part is on that page.)
Anyway, the "About Me" section:
I'm not going to tell you my name. Stupid perverts and stalkers and murderers and stuff will come after me and kill me in my sleep.
I was born on October 3, at some point in time.
I've been writing random crap and crappy poems for a while now, I've just recently decided to do something with them.
I have an account on the sister site (fanfiction-dot-net) under the same screen name.
I have great friends that never let me stay depressed, and the story thing above is based on them. Even the enemy. She's the bad guy because when I asked her if I could use her in a weird little story thing, the first thing she says after she agrees is, "I'm going to be the bad guy, aren't I?"
I have a MySpace, again, under the same screen name.
And I have officially decided that I am obsessed with the screen name, because I use it for everything.
I believe in violence (as a last resort). I also believe in spy work. And I believe whole heartedly in revenge, though I forgive easily, and am not pissed off easily.
Sweeney Todd, Underworld, Underworld Evolution, and The Princess Bride, are my favorite movies.
Tamora Pierce is my favorite author.
My favorite book series are anything by Tamora Pierce, The Dresden Files, and the Vampire Hunter Novels starring Anita Blake.
According to online quizzes I'm a Human/Vampire/Hybrid, and an Elite Goth. While I agree with both, some disagree with the goth thing.
If you want to know anything else, I suppose you could ask. I don't guarantee you a good answer though.
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