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He Had 3 Chances At Love by bam-bam-989, literature

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Christmas At The Tucks

"Merry Christmas!" Meep groaned and rolled over onto his back, slowly opening one eye, then the other. A pale face with a wide grin and bright brown eyes looked down at him. A mess of long blue hair tumbled all around the face and spilled onto the bed. "Happy Christmas," Meep replied groggily, stuffing a hand in his friends face and rolling over again. "Come on, every one else is awake already. We're waiting on you." Meep sighed and sat up, swinging his feet off the side of the bed. "Dammit, every time you sleep in my bed Kanik, you yank the sheets off." Kanik grinned. "Boys! Your breakfast is getting cold!" Meep could hear h

Tracy Is Asked To Dance by bam-bam-989, literature

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Tracy Is Asked To Dance

Tracy sat on a metal folding chair, his legs, in their torn jeans, splayed out in front of him. He watched as a few of his friends danced with their significant others. His eyes flickered from the couples, to the wall, to his hands in his lap, to the clock on the wall, and back again to the couples. Eddie's death shouldn't have come as a shock. He'd suffered from his cancer for a few years now. He had just seemed, well, indestructible. Yet here Tracy sat, at this celebration of his good friend's life. "Hey, Tracy." His eyes flickered to the woman who had just sat down beside him. Robin, his friend Toby's wife. He took a deep breath, his sho

Chapter 1 - Hailstorm by bam-bam-989, literature

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Chapter 1 - Hailstorm

"Oof!" The sound squeezed it's way out of Atreyu's throat. An involuntary betrayal of his pain as he fell flat on his backside into the puddle. He struggled to get to his feet as hunks of ice rained down around him. He ran a few more paces to the nearest tree and flung himself around it, hugging the trunk. He peered around it to see where he had just been and shrank down to the ground, removing his arms from view. He watched tentatively. He saw the bloodstained creature appear on the horizon, where he had been but many moments ago. Atreyu held his breath and watched it turn and dissapear. Exhale, he thought to himself, and did. After what s

Skean Discovers He's A Daddy by bam-bam-989, literature

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Skean Discovers He's A Daddy

Skean sighed. All of his friends, or at least Rake, were trying to get him to settle down. "You're always lonely and it's not good for you!" He'd always say. Well Skean was perfectly happy being alone. He sank down onto his couch and closed his eyes. He began drifting to sleep when the phone rang. "Goddamn it! - Who needs friends? All they ever do is bug the Hell out of me." He snorted at his words. He was a vampire. The Hell in him was there to stay. He threw his arm over the side the couch and picked up the receiver. "What!?" he demanded. A moments silence followed. "I…uh… just called to say that the guys and I were goi

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songs of the skooma addict

sweet little slaughterfish, crazy with the hist, swaying and swerving and gnawing and gnashing—and what sharp little teeth you enlist! a bloody mess is the poor muddy mud crab, sweet little slaughterfish, eating whatever you grab. bowmen, bandits, Bosmer, Bretons, begging for a chance, but sweet little slaughterfish hasn’t a glance. sweet little slaughterfish, the Rumare is your home, the rock is your bed and the beach is your loam. sweet little slaughterfish, my words do you hear? sweet little slaughterfish, you’ve got a fin on your rear. the scales you wear stink quite the fume-ah, sweet little slaughterfish, I rea

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Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Maine
Favourite genre of music: A little bit of everything, mostly country and rock
MP3 player of choice: Ipod
Shell of choice: Your mom's shell....
Skin of choice: ......My Own.. Or someone elses is good too...
Favourite cartoon character: Herbert The Pervert
Personal Quote: "We are all crucified"

Favourite Movies

The Labyrinth

Favourite TV Shows

The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones, True Blood

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Steel Panther, The Crash Test Dummies

Favourite Books

A Song of Ice and Fire, Harry Potter

Favourite Writers

Tolkein, Rowling, George R.R. Martin

Favourite Games

Fable, Skyrim, Dragon's Dogma

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2, Xbox 360, Super Nintendo

Tools of the Trade

Photoshop, A #2 Pencil, My Head

Other Interests

Piercing, horseback riding, drawing, writing, tattoos

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Nov 22, 2013

Reflections

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Re - read my poem today. The one about suicide.  I thought of it due to yet another occurrence at my former high school. My cousin was friends with the girl. I looked at her Facebook and couldn't help but cry. She was only 15, and so beautiful. It hurts my heart to think about it. I was there once. A little younger than that when the thoughts inhabited my head,  my being. As I got older it was easy to look back at those moments and snigger at myself. How immature I'd been. I knew nothing of true misery. I've learned more of it since but never been driven back to that place. But when I stop and think about it, truly,  how can misery be measur

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Oct 14, 2011

Shout Out!

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Figured I'd do a shout out to my buddy Kirby! A musically-talented individual (who has never seen Pineapple Express >.

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Oct 13, 2011

A Slew (am I spelling this right?) of Emotions

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I feel scared, apprehensive, restless, tired, sick, sad. I need things to change. This has nothing to do with art really, but I needed to say it, and a place to do so. Not that anyone is reading or cares >.< Anyway. Art. I drew a sketch of a character of mine, Skean. I will upload him soon. Not because I like how it turned out, because I don't :/ but because it is a chronicling of how I am progressing and what I need to work on. This was not touched up by Mike, but he looked at it and gave me some pointers. It was mostly just to study the shading of faces, plus I had high hopes that it would portray my character. Hopes bashed. So my endeav