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Posted by: Thuggernaut
« on: February 16, 2010, 02:17:36 pm »They needed to improve black on green relations
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Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 15, 2010, 05:28:13 pm »when i looked over he was watching the martian do something with the green lantern
probably procreating Posted by: Thuggernaut« on: February 15, 2010, 01:08:16 am »Justice League! Martian Manhunter them ****!
Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 14, 2010, 07:04:43 pm »That moment
where you can say you would rather die than betray a belief something intangible you can't see it touch it smell it hear it but because you will die for it it lives you must ask yourself now if you could do it when the time came and know that the answer may not be right p.s. tug that zip is on his tenth beer now watching justice league, pretty funny **** Posted by: Thuggernaut« on: February 11, 2010, 11:45:44 am »ZIPS IN THE WIRE!!
Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 11, 2010, 11:00:31 am »there's actually one in my room now tug
Posted by: Thuggernaut« on: February 11, 2010, 10:55:13 am »Tell the cat the Vietnamese are lurking
Posted by: Meldon« on: February 10, 2010, 07:32:21 pm »Tell the cat I said hi =D
Posted by: destroyer13« on: February 10, 2010, 02:29:24 pm »i got skype today and a webcam Oh and not see me i see how it is anyways good job with ur fat cat >=)! Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 10, 2010, 11:58:30 am »i got skype today and a webcam
got to see my fat ass cat and parents  gonna see my gf later tonight >_> Posted by: CrazyHobo« on: February 09, 2010, 04:20:01 am »you came up with all this, after the gas room?
 Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 08, 2010, 08:18:03 pm » Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 08, 2010, 07:59:59 pm »Posted by: flynntaggart« on: February 08, 2010, 07:49:14 pm »The water was only slightly cool upon my feet as I bounded down the shoreline in a steady rhythm. Wet sand compressed beneath the soles of my feet. Moonlight from above broke through the black clouds that swept in from the South. A breeze blew warm, salty air across my face as I ran by condominiums. Some of them still had their lights. Considering that it was just past 4am, no one from the Friday night party was still up. Well, almost no one. The sun wasn't due for another couple of hours. I looked behind me and couldn't see my father down the shoreline. He was lost behind the small curves in the sand and the darkness.
I tried googling pictures to show you guys my home, couldn't find any though that suited me*sadface* I jumped over a dead lady fish that was missing a large chunk of the back end of its tail. Stepping on a slimy fish barefoot would have ruined my morning. The breeze from the South increased and I had to lean into it slightly, throwing off my rhythm. The last of the condos passed by as I ran through the pilings of a half built pier. A large bend in the shoreline ahead would lead me to a protected part of the beach. No development. I glanced over the black horizon and watched as a light flickered out. The flame of an oil rig or a light from a yacht. I cleared the bend and sped up. Almost half way there. A sharp pain stabbed upwards through the heal of my foot. I hopped on the other and stopped. Feeling the bottom, I could find no traces of blood. The glint of a white point protruded from the sand. I bent down and grabbed the horn, expecting to find a conch shell underneath the sand. The effort I had to exert was more than I anticipated. What I pulled forth was five times the size of a conch but only slightly different in shape. The stripped pattern that covered the giant shell was white and brown. I noticed I was seeing all to clearly and looked up quickly at the moon. It too had grown in size, almost one hundred and fifty percent. The sound of crashing waves made me drop the shell and look towards the sea. The tide had grown more vicious but it was sweeping outwards. My heartbeat quickened as turned back towards the way I came. The sweat on my skin instantly evaporated despite the suddenly strong humidity as my hairs stood on end. I rounded the bend. There was no pier, no condos, no father. I looked to the South and saw no lights aside from the moon and stars. The withdrawing tide revealed large, flat surfaces of sand. Small tide pools formed in shallow depressions. I began to panic as I could not find anything of familiarity. Motion in the waves from my peripherals snapped my attention back to the sea. It was smooth and its skin glinted ever so slightly in the moonlight. Four clumsy flippers propelled a mass through the surf and across the sand. A long neck similar to a giraffes ended in a reptilian head filled with rows of teeth. The only noise it made was the clamp of its opening and closing jaw and the slap of its bulk across the wet sand. The dragon of my horrors. I fled down the shoreline without a thought. Posted by: destroyer13« on: February 08, 2010, 07:17:57 pm »Sounds good yet sad to see that ur funeral will mean nothing to people of this generation for people only thrive for themselves and dont care for the less fortunate. These gernations gone from good to worse as you can see, the people dont care about others because from what I see they only care of the money. For me, I care for others since I see a lost life in a sea on a boat as for I call it the exiled area where my other significant side tries to take over with pure hatred comming to life. So when i see people who arnt themselves no more I see them lost at sea in a boat wondering and trying to find their way back and understanding things more to their prospective.
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