amithesex

Nice, thank you. 10/10.

Nice job, I like it. 10/10

Yeah, like you.

Your entire getup as far as signature and avatar makes you look so effin ghetto rofl.

-_-.

...... No..... Are you KIDDING ME?! W...T... EFFINGMANBEARPIG!

Haha, thanks seriously. This one really had me concerned at first cause of the sprouting trees and such, but it all turned out awesome in the end.

LOL, Mike, Amen to that.

Thanks, I am a pink fan depending on the colors it's with and whether or not it looks to girly. Welcome, you know I will do anything for you bro.

Ok, I will be on my Champion, name is Metaphor. Lolz.

Man, I always play this game. I try and leave, but that shit just brings me back every time.

Pickup for Nick (iHunt) [img=http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e395/Flask1/NickFinal-2.png] UGH this took me forever....

Another, for the sake of another. This one is special, and one of my favorites. Please for Plea Besides you and I, everyone figures this is just a hoax. Besides you and I, is everything, everything I have ever dreamed of. Turn to the song that reminds me best of you, and makes my heart skip hopscotch in my chest. "Wish you were here" cause I do, right beside me, besides everyone else. Hunny, I have candycoated nothing, this is the stick without the sucker. I am the sucker, but a sucker for you. Throbs, stops, sighs, and eyes, you got them, you got it all. Spin the world against the atlas of my hand just to give you the temprature elsewhere, we need warmth. Sweetheart, its cute when that is spit into wind to run course. Course in which I run around you to find what I like best. None, it's all too good. Smiles, care, patients, and dreams, you got them, you got it all. Turn the key to let you in, into my heart, into the stop drop and roll fire that keeps us going. Besides you and I, everyone figures this is just a hoax. Besides you and I, is everything, everything I have ever dreamed of. Turn to the song that reminds me best of you, and makes my heart skip hopscotch in my chest. "Such Great Heights" cause that is where we are, heaven is a arm reach, fingertip, and tip-toe away. Perfection, I call you that, because you are, almost a breathing metaphore of heart. If only this was seen through your eyes and not just mine, someday. Kiss, stall, breath, and future, you are all in it, matching with harmony. I will give nothing but soul in this battle of us, we, you, I, nature, is stable. Amazing, like the grace, like how sweet the sound. Of your voice which saved some poor wretch like me, cause I was blind. Sing, caress, hold, and cover, do these with me, and I shall save you. Take the leftover part of us that is unfound, find it, watch it, maintain it, for I will find it. Besides you and I, everyone figures this is just a hoax. Besides you and I, is everything, everything I have ever dreamed of. Turn to the song that reminds me best of you, and makes my heart skip hopscotch in my chest. "Our heartbeats together outside, 5 A.M." Cause thats were we radiate best, together. I will find it, place it, and read it to you, as if a story come true, fiction to non-fiction. I want you in every part of my life, and I want you in every part of my mind. Don't think this is a savvy plea for love me, love, l-o-v-e. This is a tale of two people, and a dream come true, this is the truth.

Aw, I like it a lot Serenity. ^_^ Good job <3.

Man, I know this is old, but this is freaking great. HAHA.

:o wtf. That's hawt.

LOL, this HAS to be the most ridiculous topic ever.

Neither. Homeskillet or Homes?

Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelcome back homeskillet.

LOL, the fat kid ROFL. Oh and #25 = Rock Lee iRL imo.

I like it a lot, and thank you very much. ^^ Here is another for kicks. Election Day Wise tales with redundant theory, we look better, our blood runs from the outside. We dance with the changing season, praying it never goes away. Would she go with it? Maybe, but not like she did before. Our brain creates sectors with everything we do; memory, love, hate, who we break down for. Fields smelled so good with her around, like it encompassed a bitter truth of where we are years from today. The moon, then the sun, back, forth, making each day what it is. Do gifts make this situation grow and move on to great escapes? Only for awhile, only until something else makes you gift again to see a smile, a smile from the one you court. If everyone in their lifetime sees these shadows waltz out the door, then maybe this means it is all in collaboration with time. Maybe everyone burdens one another with each dance we take. From the moon, to the sun, then to the fields, and to the flower. It all ties into a dream, one that carries her smile. We bear heart in what we speak, almost to win the election. She fakes it like it's something of amusement and he takes it like a just cause for war in the mind. Confusion breaks the best, it creates thoughts, and how we live in a celibate world of love. Keep eyes on me, for a savior, for a touch that cures all. Make....this....heaven on earth. Cloud nine was a lie, a feeling that was made by jesters from a court of disbelief, sadness, and zero capability of heart. It's cold, and every bit of this rain is fucking naive and savvy. Seems to be for every secretion from my eyes that touches the ground, wilderness grows. We give a damn for the better in life and hunt for the nearest creek to dump the things we wish to hide behinds us. Shed light on this situation, we all know God does his best to make things worse. Vitality, it's what we all dream of. Could I bear a cross so heavy? Like the false character we throw the first stone upon? Another 24 has passed and yet there is nothing to show for it, nothing...at....all. Feed me your story; feed me your lifelong aspirations. Exceptions are made into fists which are used to punish the just. No, no I mean the unjust. Ignorance feeds our plans like the 6,000 or so you dropped into the ground on the 6th day, when we arrived for cleansing. Holy water didn't work, no; it didn't do the trick this time. Evil still exists in the best part of our cranium. Blood is blue before it crosses paths with air and light, just to fight another day for a lifelong hero cheered up with free beer and a sneak peak at the Purple Heart shaped crest for carrying someone you highly cared about in your mind. Just like the cross, just like the rocks that are poured out of this barrel into another false character from this book of life. I live for this thing called birth, and honestly, I take it in like television in which so many waste their lives upon, watching the comedy of false written family care.

Post whatever you have. If possible lets try and do this seriously. I will go ahead and start. Oh, and no flaming, keep this fun. I preach upon rhetoric As I let the firsts and the lasts flow through my mind, I take it all off. I bear it like clouds on the meadow in which I slowly walk to. For once in my life I am letting go. I am being fair; unfair. Nothing feels as it should, and the crucials of all has decreased to null. The canyon of sores between my mind and my heart have left sharing nothing. Nothing, other than the fact that my weakness is now shame, it's selfesh. Frisked down to the bone with the faint smell of battlefield laughter. It's over, every ounce of my birth questioned to treaty. All signatures to my existance has fled with wonderous releif. I let you down no more. My earth parts bearing life, as another is letting it's defenses down. Dictate me, and make me you. I want to be; not me. Can't help but feel immoral but saavy, genuine to the guts. So many holes tell stories, calluses of honor and untouched fame. All white, she guides me to my new place of wealth. While I partake in sin, and the rest of seven.