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For Lack of a Better Phrase... Why, why, why I ask you, I implore you? Why must you persist in your blind endeavors? Can you not see your hollow sympathies accomplish nothing, mean nothing? No, I suppose not. Your pride would preclude that, I'm sure. After all, your reputation is your most prized possession, is it not, doctor? By all means, carry it to your grave. Let it lay with you beneath the cold, unfeeling earth. Let it rot as you rot, and we shall see just how permanent your legacy is.For Lack of a Better Phrase...
by ~ChrisCatanzaro
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- Current Residence: Under the bed or over the rainbow, dependant on my mood.
- Interests: Metal music, all things fantastical, thinking, pondering, and wondering.
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta
- Favourite band or musician: Ooooh, toughy. Taken a recent liking to Amon Amarth.
- Favourite genre of music: Metal, preferably melodic.
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe, thanks.
- Favourite style of art: Impressionist, generally speaking.
- Operating System: Windows.
- MP3 player of choice: Ha! MP3s. CD players are more my style.
- Shell of choice: .50 caliber?
- Wallpaper of choice: Anything that isn't floral?
- Skin of choice: My own.
- Favourite game: Alright, so first you get a really annoying, yappy dog. Then you get a some kerosene...
- Favourite gaming platform: PC, generally.
- Favourite cartoon character: Vinny from Atlantis: the Lost Empire.
- Personal Quote: "Incredibitch."
- Tools of the Trade: Pistols, chains, knives, bats, clubs, whatever's at hand, really.
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A holy tree is growing there.
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Beloved gaze in thine own heart
A holy tree is growing there.
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