Hi Slash...Remember that time I was standing next to you when you were signing that Hot girl's white leather skirt? I made a few guitar pick earrings, I haven't gttoen around to putting a hole through on of yours yet, although when I do, I'll wear it up to the hardrock...Kay? cool.

Tame said:

can i be my avatar, too?

PurpleKnight said:

well loook at the people in this thread

Protege said:

Who are you?

I wish I was an Apple

a hangin on a tree

and everytime that you'd come by

You'd take a bite of me
[Edited 5/23/08 4:43am]

Who first seduced them to that foul revolt?
Th' infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile
Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived
The mother of mankind, what time his pride
Had cast him out from heav'n, with all his host
Of rebel angels, by whose aid aspiring
To set himself in glory above his peers,
He trusted to have equaled the Most High,
If he opposed; and with ambitious aim
Against the throne and monarchy of God
Raised impious war in heav'n and battle proud
With vain attempt. Him the Almighty Power
Hurled headlong flaming from th' ethereal sky
With hideous ruin and combustion down
To bottomless perdition, there to dwell
In adamantine chains and penal fire,
Who durst defy th' Omnipotent to arms.
Nine times the space that measures day and night
To mortal men, he with his horrid crew
Lay vanquished, rolling in the fiery gulf
Confounded though immortal: but his doom
Reserved him to more wrath; for now the thought
Both of lost happiness and lasting pain
Torments him; round he throws his baleful eyes
That witnessed huge affliction and dismay
Mixed with obdúrate pride and steadfast hate:
At once as far as angels ken he views
The dismal situation waste and wild,
A dungeon horrible, on all sides round
As one great furnace flamed, yet from those flames
No light, but rather darkness visible
Served only to discover sights of woe,
Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
And rest can never dwell, hope never comes
That comes to all; but torture without end
Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed
With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed:
Such place Eternal Justice had prepared
For those rebellious, here their prison ordained
In utter darkness, and their portion set
As far removed from God and light of heav'n
As from the center thrice to th' utmost pole.

-- John Milton

Hi Slash...Remember that time I was standing next to you when you were signing that Hot girl's white leather skirt? I made a few guitar pick earrings, I haven't gotten around to putting a hole through on of yours yet, although when I do, I'll wear it up to the Hard Rock.Park..Kay? cool.
[Edited 5/24/08 16:45pm]

So much depends on the Little Red Corvette,
glazed with rain water, beside the white chickens.

Tame said:

I adore u Prince
What'z the chance-a
U meeting me
sexxydancer