A Pagan dies and to his great surprise he finds himself standing before some pearly gates.
[Pagan:] "Where am I?"
St. Peter: "You're at the gates of Heaven"
[Pagan:] "But I dont believe in Heaven"
St. Peter: "You're one of those arent you?"
[Pagan:] "Yes. I believe I'm in the wrong place Im supposed to be in Summerland."
St. Peter: "Sorry, We took overSummerland, and its temporarily closed for remodeling."
[Pagan:] "What should i do now?"
Peter: "Well since we dont allow Pagans in Heaven, you'll have to go to Hell. Sorry. Just follow that path than leads down and to the left."
The Pagan walks down to Hell where the gates are standing wide open. He walks in and finds beautiful meadows, happy animals, and clear streams of water.
He walks on in and begins exploring, and after a few minutes a courtly gentleman walks up to him and bows politely.
"Hello, Im Satan. You must be the guy St. Peter called me about. Are you a Pagan?"
[Pagan:] "Yes I am. What's going to happen now?"
Satan: "Well the fishings good if you enjoy that sort of thing. There's a little refreshments stand just down the road. And I believe the Pagan meeting grounds are right over the next hill."
Suddenly a hole opens up in the sky above and a yawning chasm opens directly underneath it. The stench of sulphur and firing brimstone fills the air. Hundreds of screaming, tortured souls drop down into the flaming pit which immediately closes with a thud.
The Pagan hardly believes what he just saw.
[Pagan:] "And what was THAT?!?!"
Satan rolls his eyes: "Oh just ignore them. They're Christians, they wouldnt have it any other way."

Oh, my god, oh, my god!!!! My husband's been arrested!!!! He was in Krogers with his brother and his brother got caught shoplifting and they didn't believe he wasn't in on it. He has to go to pretrial soon, but no one will tell me when and I can't even call him or have him call me because the pricks say I have to have some kind of phone account and each call is fifty dollars. I'm sitting here crying because I don't know what to do. I'm alone, I'm scared, and I miss him so much.... My mother won't help me, everyone else in my family hates me, my whole life is upside down!!!!!

I did it, I did it!!!! I finally learned how to work my stupid digital camera!!!!! Now I can show off my baby, Voldemort!!!!

This song is one of my anthems.

Cassie
Flyleaf

The question asked in order
To save her life or take it
The answer no to avoid death
The answer yes would make it

Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
Say yes to pull the trigger
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger

All heads are bowed in silence
To remember her last sentence
She answered him knowing what would happen
Her last words still hanging in the air
In the air

Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
Say yes to pull the trigger
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger

How many will die
I will die
I, I will say yes

Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
Say yes to pull the trigger
Do you believe in God
Written on the bullet
And Cassie pulled the trigger
Do you believe in God
Do you believe in God
Do you believe in God
And I will pull the trigger

Whip about your kitchen utensils and go fork yourself. Yeah, see, go FORK YOURSELF!!!!!

Another sleepless night for poor little me. I was thinking about my daughter today. She would have been three next month. Her name would have been Isabelle Cecile Morgan, and she would have been beautiful.

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punk, metal, death, goth, any rock is my rock. i live and breathe for rock music. if you don't like it, fuck off!!!!!


OK, peoples, I know I may not seem like the friendliest person, but get over yourselves and leave a message when you visit my house.



I'm not ALWAYS a bitch.................. I think.......


And one more thing- I am bi sexual, so if you don't like it, quit bitching and go to hell, pig-fuckers!!!!!!!!

Ten little indian boys went out to dine;
Once choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little indian boys sat up very late;
One oversleft himself and then there were eight.
Eight little indian boys went traveling in Doven;
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himslef in halves and then there were six.
Six little indian boys playing with a hive;
One got stung and then there were five.
Five little indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself And Then There Were None

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Ophelia Absinthe

i dumped you again
don't understand
it's happened before
can't take it no more
these foolish games
always end up in confusion
i'll take you back
just to leave you once again

i died in my dreams
what's that supposed to mean?
got lost in the fire
i died in my dreams
reaching out for your hand
my fatal desire

i failed you again
'cause i let you stay
i used to pretend
that i felt okay
just one big lie
such a perfect illusion
i made you mine
just to leave you once again

i died in my dreams
what's that supposed to mean?
got lost in the fire
i died in my dreams
reaching out for your hand
my fatal desire

PASSION- by: me, myself, and I

touch me so sweetly
as your lips claim mine
feather light touches
send chills through my spine
so warm in your arms
as passion burns through me
guiding your hips
as you push deep into me
our skin slick with sweat
i can feel you inside me
searching, tasting my skin
as you ride me
don't let this end
our euphoric splendor
lying beneath you
in such sweet surrender