Quote from: EraPassingDon't you love me for who I am, not for what I look like? Is it only my face that's important to you?
Its not your face he wants pics of.
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Show posts MenuQuote from: EraPassingDon't you love me for who I am, not for what I look like? Is it only my face that's important to you?
Quote from: The Good Reverend RogerSo I got up from my desk, poured another cup of coffee, and watched the fun out of the office window, as Rob applied the plasma cutter to Jim's radio.
Quote from: That Communist Bastardmeh..Sea-town cops can be pretty trigger-happy, depending on your external hue...
and let's not forget how they reacted at the WTO protests..believe me, I was there, and none of that shit got out of hand until the cops went nuts and started lobbing tear gas grenades and shooting old ladies with rubber bullets...
but yeah, the Portland cops are pretty damn sucky...I'd be sucky too if I had to patrol northeast portland...
Quote"Be still and know that I am God."
QuoteIt's when there's a bunch of young delinquents making fun of Elisha, Elijah's successor and one of the greater prophets in the Old Testament.
Quote from: LMNOIn a related vein, I was poking around Live Journal, and some guy asked what I thought of his (bad) goth poetry (like there's any other kind), and in response I whipped this up off the top of my head (bad poetry alert!)
"Alone, I sit in the darkness,
My own head an echoing chamber of sorrow.
The cold metal parts my skin like a shadowy fin through icy water,
With Her words as the only sound, wailing dirge;
Mirroring my agony at this dismal existence."
Now I need a shower.