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[marypops!]

I'll give them to Ravenclaw instead

Mmm, Horlicks.

I'm glad I don't have school tomorrow. No way i'd be able to wake up in time.

 

[mikeyandscoobyx2]

ewwwwww this worksheet is so ghetto and the photocopier damaged it more than it did it good

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Where the hell do you get off?

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Are you okay?

Lyrics lol. I sometimes post a line of whatever I'm listening to.

 

[I Am What I Am]

save the dramma for ur mama
what is with this awful gossip





i wonder if hogwarts has computers ;o

They can't. Muggle Technology doesn't work at Hogwarts. Too much magic in the air.

 

[m!ssemmx0]

she comes in colours everywhere, she combs her hair, she's like a rainbow.

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

It makes no difference if I throw it away.

 

[AliceinHalloweentown]

Lyrics lol. I sometimes post a line of whatever I'm listening to.

xD

I know you do that, but since it was just one line I wasn't totally sure, and thought I'd double check

Glad it was just lyrics, though

 

[m!ssemmx0]

have you seen a lady fairer?

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Suddenly everything I stood against is now everything I can't live without...

 

[MusicalDisneyDreams]

They can't. Muggle Technology doesn't work at Hogwarts. Too much magic in the air.

Then why do computers work at WDW, the most magic place on earth?? (My opinion lol)

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

I forgot the home phone looked like a pay phone and got kind of confused right now when I looked...

 

[marypops!]

They can't. Muggle Technology doesn't work at Hogwarts. Too much magic in the air.

There's probably no sockets to plug them in anyway.

 

[mikeyandscoobyx2]

LOL this site is so like my family.

 

[m!ssemmx0]

their satanic majesty's request.

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mention 
and surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'
but the more I turn my face from the crowd
the more I feel my backs' increasingly compelled
for the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,
a knife of relief, from all the petty insight
and finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.
Bored as **** with this street corner-cover.
study of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a game
surveilence of this language as the plague.
the dimension of persistence condemns.
This portrait of karma, crafted in accident
text book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghosts
and so we ran, like the wolves were biting,
the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming
scratch my back and I will stab you in yours
so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marks
but I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.
just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.
but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,
weary of this hallway lined with ghosts.
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them in
their words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throw
just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome them
parasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mist
that we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat **** from our trembling hands.
The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congress
deductively speaking, the polar of progress
well maybe I put too much faith in the accident
entranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escape
let the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,
let them all feast. In this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drift forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.

Non-Objective Portrait Of Karma from Circle Takes The Square.

 

[AmandaSparks730]

Guys, love! (Love?) I'm going there for love! (Love?!)

 

[mikeyandscoobyx2]

omgggggg this is great

 

[Raven_the_Bird]

Mouth the words to deny, deny the symptoms, as 'oh yeah I'm doing fine', as I've found a most endearing psychosis.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. Desperate as I am I just can't strip bare and bleed the only purity I've known.
But I lay with reason. Found logic concieved in a walk with skin. I lay with reason producing these monsters.
Under painted catcalls as in temptation. yeah there's a key to be in, but there's no shade, no shade to blame.
Waterfalls in a cool grey, and the struggle is colored grey this day. The caw of crows fills up the picture plane.
Our picture plane is veiled in central neutral grey. Absinthe to slight the pain. This world's this worst case color scheme.
Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
I lay with reason found logic and reap in a walk with sin. El sueno razon produce monsinios.
When does this dream end? Now I've missed another whole season,
I've missed the fall, clearly its fallen on this land as fields once green are ochre now.
This is no dream. Trees have turned to skeleton, roots teased and knotted just below the surface skin of ground.
Stitched between the earth and the sky struggling to hold it down.
Sometimes to realize you have to lose track of sight blurring my vision makes it clear the tiny moving parts make up the whole.
The image is clear, a tower is built of my own pride, I cry in the shade that if offers, the only shelter I've known.
When does this dream end? This is no dream. This is the walking living breathing caricature of a memory.
Shamelessly I cave in to temptation of creation. But still my only thrill is empty sidewalks, silent streets.
The caw of crows fills up the picture plane. This is your picture plain in central neutral grey.
This world's this worst case color scheme. Streaks of oil stain, stained the road he crawled on homeward.
Oh yeah, oh yeah he killed the switch with some unwieldy gauge, absence and light remain.
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble pose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to die behind. Life is lowly, lowly anonymity.
In the space of a smile I found sleep. As in sorrow, so shall ye reap, as in reason so shall ye sleep.
Reap the promised end to the struggle. Reap every point on our linear path.
Reap the smiles in time we borrow, every harvest relies on the last.
Reap the promising song of the sparrow, that they learned from the birth of sea.
Silenced by the threnody of the crows. Reap the fallen fruit of the dogwood tree.
But I witnessed in all this silence one souls definition of beauty. a backlit smile so temporary.
A facade so rich with evil history. Cast in direct opposition set to overwhelm his moment to shine and sleep-
came out on top of what was borrowed, and found all that beauty to be still.
Every breath as in sorrow, reap the promised end to this path, by every image that we borrow, every harvest depends on the past.
Subdivide in factions our linear forever, we subdivide our waking hours to sleep.
While guilty eyes turn toward a porchlight, enlightenment is losing sight.
Somewhere out there there's a thrill I swear. In this low light town when my shift begins the streets reflecting yellow, yellow, yellow in the vacancy that overwhelms the red, red, red, your vehicle the color of expansion.
Open up. the latter just a thought to thrill me knock knock knock the latter just a thought to thrill me.
Red is a four letter word. Four letter invitation. Now my head is locked in the direction of the sun...
Life is lowly anonymity, in death a noble prose, a Marat David.
Tell me who wouldn't give their lives for such a soap box to leave behind.
Life is lowly, lowly anonymity. I know its all been done before, I want to do it again. I want do it again.
Kill the switch.
This night our journey's through the dark.
Kill the switch, a welcome comatose, tonight we journey through the darkness.
As in sorrow, so shall ye weep, as in reason, so shall ye sleep.

 

[m!ssemmx0]

i think the time is right for a palace revolution.