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Slash. Sure, not a writer/poet whatever, but I can like musical artists, right? And, of course, Hemingway.

Born in Australia, my parents in Spain, though neither are Spanish. I'm near completely German and Irish, though my grandmother was from what is now Belarus, formally part of Russia ...

This is incomplete, the story travels from one scene to another, though the second paragraph might end up being connected to the third. Everything is designed to be very vague, ...

I remember the first time I heard about this myth, was when I read Henry David Thoreau’s "Walden’s Pond." There was a quote that seemed very important, thought apparently not ...

they're bamboo blindes.... and yes my windows are wonderful. i just realized how empty my room is compared to Crysi's. Damn, when was i ever a kid? i have, i ...

my brother is 14 (i'm 16), and a moron. well, not really. he's a little casanova, and he's a gymnast, so he's all buff. i havnt seen a picture of ...

my lil brother terrorising green-ant nest with spray can and cigarette lighter acording to arvandor, i look like christina ricci...? i swear my skin is not this alabaster

my room is horrible dark and foreboding.

Communism is very different when comparing it to the beneficial aspects of the home, and an entire nation. I agree with Incandescence, history speaks for itself.

I'm guessing it's Steven Tyler, Aerosmith. If I'm right, it's a funny pic of him.

If anything, I'm athiest. Life is far too logical for things like 'divine spirits,' or rather, I'm far too logical. I was brought up Roman Catholic, however. The whole deal, ...

shadow knight: i live in cairns. yeah, chevy, people get needles for lips like them. i'd liked to have done drama, but i needed IT, and besides, it's all park ...

i've also been told i look like avril lavigne, but i have blonde hair. so i dunno.

here i look like freddie mercury...heh. (its the angle, i swear). and i'm wearing a led zeppelin t shirt...not that you would know. firestarter, you think you've got an up-turned ...

For Whom the Bell Tolls, Ernest Hemingway.