bronxcutie

Okay, it's going to be sent to the first person today. I'm not exactly sure how this is going to work out but I'll try to get everyone in this thread (that wanted in) in the book.

I've never done a blackbook before, I just thought it would be nice to start one-- I always feared if I started one someone would steal it before I got the chance to see it, but I mean what do I have to lose a $2.00 sketch book? (I really do hope that I eventually get it back though) Anyway I was wondering if anyone was interested. My email is mztriz@gmail.com

nothing really great I was just bored and figured this could go here.

=( sorry.

Don't skip this just because it looks weird. Believe it or not you can read it. I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd waht I was rdgnieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid! Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer inwaht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? Yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling was ipmorant.

I'm not white and I got a good amount of money from that thing.

I am a female.

http://www.humanforsale.com/ You are worth exactly $2,206,796.00! lol

It's not sci fi but Love Hina is a good anime, well I like it at least.

Oh!! those are those birds like ostridges' but smaller?

What are you guys talking about? lol

Anyway here's another good one =) P.O.W I'm a prisoner Of words unsaid Just lonely feelings Locked away in my head I trap myself further Every time I stay quiet I should start to speak But I stop and stay silent And now I've made My own hard bed Inside a prison of words unsaid I am a P.O.W Not a prisoner of war A prisoner of words Like a soldier I'm a fighter Yet only a puppet Mostly I only say What you wanna hear Could you take it if I came clear? Or would you rather see me Stoned on a drug of complacency and compromise M.I.A I guess that's what I am Scrapping this cold earth For a peice of myself For peace in myself It'd be easier if you put me in jail If you locked me away I'd have someone to blame But these bars of steel are of my making They surround my mind And have me shaking My hands are cuffed behind my back I'm a prisoner of the worst kind, in fact A prisoner of compromise A prisoner of compassion A prisoner of kindness A prisoner of expectation A prisoner of my youth Run too fast to be old I've forgotten what I was told Ain't I a sight to behold? A priosner of age dying to be young To my heart is my head with a gun And it's cold and it's hard Cause there's no where to run When you've caged yourself By holding your tongue I'm a prisoner Of words unsaid Just lonely feelings Locked away in my head It's like solitary confinment Every time I stay quiet I should start to speak But I stop and stay silent And now I've made My own hard bed Inside a prison of words unsaid Alicia Keys ( from her new book, Tears for Water! )

Ok I don't even know what an EMO is... haha... I just like poems?

Here is one of my favorite poems. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wings in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. Maya Angelou

Its probably not worth me reediting and posting but i did can you see it now?

not very good stickers but some stickers anyway here you go http://photos.fotango.com/p/eba00324497f00000022.jpg'>

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no its Myups.com

yah i really like tha bull 2! :smiles:

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www.myups.com

tyte

BUMP! this thread is ill