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virenity
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[2006-08-09 18:21:40 +0000 UTC]
"usus est magister optimus"
(United States)
# Statistics
Favourites: 157; Deviations: 51; Watchers: 15
Watching: 21; Pageviews: 15577; Comments Made: 2080; Friends: 21
# Interests
Favorite visual artist: GodTools of the Trade: Faith and Reason
Other Interests: God, Life, Meaning, Story
# About me
I ask only for silence.Personal Quote: Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the wise. Seek what they sought.
# Comments
Comments: 172
Listen there’s something new that I’m trying to raise awareness on.
Could you please check out this entry? I'd appreciate it.
And spread the word if you can
[link]
GOD bless
John 3:16
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You're welcome, somewhat mysterious person!
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Hi!! 
Thank you very much for all of the 
It means a lot for me.
You have a nice gallery!
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And thank YOU for the faves~! 8D!
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Thank you so much again for all of the
I'm so happy that you like my photos.
It means a lot for me...
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Your photos are very much worthy of being liked! Why, if I had a Chinese Paddlefish everytime one of your photographs flitted about in my mind, you could bet that species wouldn't be endangered.
Except I'm on land. so they would die and remain an endangered species. Beside the point!
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Thank you soooo much for all of the favourites and for deviantwatch!!!
I'm a very happy girl now, cause someone like my photos. I think that my photos are ugly and nobody can like it.
Thank you again dear.
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I wanted to say thank you very much for stopping by my page. I hope you have a wonderful day and God bless.
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YEAHHHHHH
I do! I can never sleep.
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Which IS due to the insomnia, so you sayz.
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"So it was that Peter was digging in the graveyard by the light of the full moon. It was hard work, and he had to keep resting, and it wasn’t till right around midnight that he finished.
Just as he was about to climb out, he heard a distant Meow, then again, Meow, and again, Meow.
“It’s the cats!” declared Peter. He scrunched down in the grave, then carefully peered over the edge.
Coming across the graveyard was the black bishop cat, and behind him were six more black cats, carrying on their shoulders a small coffin. The box was covered with a pall of black velvet, and sitting on top was the golden crown that Peter had seen twice before.
The cats walked slowly and solemnly, and at every third step cried, Meow. Their path went right by the grave where Peter hid, and when they were but a few feet away, the bishop held up a paw for a halt. Then he turned and stared straight at Peter and spoke.
“Tell Tom Tildrum . . . that Tim Toldrum’s . . . dead.”
Then he lowered his paw, and the cats walked on, and at every third step cried, Meow.
Well, Peter scrambled out of that grave and bolted for Father Allen’s. He pounded on the door, shouting, “Father! Father! Let me in!”
At last the door opened and Father Allen stood there sleepily in his nightshirt. “
“Let me in, Father, please, and I’ll tell you.”
Father Allen led him into the library, where Tom yawned and stretched on his cat bed. The priest lit a lamp.
“Now, what’s this all about, Peter?”
“Father, you’ve got to believe me. I was out digging Mrs. Pennyweather’s grave when I heard a meow—”
“Meow,” said Tom.
“Yes, just like that,” said Peter. “And I looked and saw seven black cats, and one was the bishop, and the others were carrying a coffin with a crown, and they came right up next to me, and the bishop stopped them and stared at me just like Tom there and . . . and . . . and . . . . Father, why’s Tom staring at me like that?”
“
“But, Father, I tell you, he spoke to me! And he gave me a message. I’m to tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum’s dead. But how can I tell Tom Tildrum that Tim Toldrum’s dead when I don’t know who Tom Tildrum is?”
“
“Father! Look at Tom! Look at Tom!”
Tom was swaying, and Tom was swelling, and Tom was standing on his two hind legs, and then Tom spoke.
“What? Tim Toldrum dead? Then I’m the King o’ the Cats!”
Tom leaped toward the fireplace, and with a single Meow, he bounded up the chimney and was gone.
Never to be seen again."
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One of my very favorite stories of all time! I'm surprised you've never heard it!
[link] is one version. :3
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Listen close to everybody's heart
and hear that breaking soouuuund...
Hopes and dreams are shattering apart
and crashing to the grooouund....
I cannot believe my eyes
how the world's filled with filth and lies.
But it's plain to seeeeee
evil inside of me
is on the riiiiiiise...
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That song is amazing. o.o
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Isn't it, though? I was listening to it all yesterday and I think it kinda broke my soul.
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I think you mean to say something like "eroded more of the tiny chunks of my soul that remain." *chortle*
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This... is very true. Slowly but surely the rock of my soul is being eroded away and soon all that will be left is a desert of fine-grained sand.
And maybe some neato desert animals like scorpions and road runners.
...
I always get so distracted in my metaphors.
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Sand is pretty cool, though. Rocks and minerals and maybe dirt. It's like your soul, so there's no problem. I bet you have Black-Footed Ferrets all over the place.
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HE'S MINE.
YOU STAY AWAY.
I'LL FEED YOUR CHILDREN TO RABID WOLVES.
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*stares*
Huh? Who are we talking about?
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I WILL JAM A CHUNK OF PERIDOTITE INTO YOUR SKULL IF YOU COME BETWEEN WAYNE POWELL AND MYSELF.
And don't think I don't have access to a chunk of peridotite. Cause I do.
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*stares again*
I don't understand your logic...what did I do?
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She's kind of overprotective of things she fancies, so let's conduct an experiment. >8B *hugs you and waits*
*whispers in your ear, "This may look like a hug, but it's really a summoning technique. A rather unsafe one."*
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You think I'm that predictable? :3
Silly boy.
You have no idea the beast you're poking.
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You're predictable enough for me to predict that you would make a comment on how predictable you aren't~ >8B
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*is somewhat less confused*
Ah, I see.
I feel like this experiment is going to end with me getting mauled...
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*befuddled*
...I'll definately take you up on that shield offer, Virenity...
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He can't protect you. You should know that.
...
Tee hee. ^_^~
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Hmmmmmm...then I shall resort to...
SEPHIROTH
But not the Kingdom Hearts Version.. The Advent Children one...
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Eww.
Ewwwwwwww.
Sephiroth is greasy looking. He never washes his hair.
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OH he does too! It's all flowy! And silvery...
And his sword is super magnificient. I have his figurine, and it's taller than he is...and taller than my other figures...
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His hair looks slimy.
Like he's too into himself to bother bathing.
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Yeah, he's definately into himself...but still! It's swishy! Although I don't know how he manages to keep it from getting torn off...if I were Cloud, I would do that rather than try to kill him, JUST to smite him. Then he'd commit suicide from his ugliness...
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