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Mon, May. 8th, 2006, 09:56 am
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You Are Midnight
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You are more than a little eccentric, and you're apt to keep very unusual habits.
Whether you're a nightowl, living in a commune, or taking a vow of silence - you like to experiment with your lifestyle.
Expressing your individuality is important to you, and you often lie awake in bed thinking about the world and your place in it.
You enjoy staying home, but that doesn't mean you're a hermit. You also appreciate quality time with family and close friends.
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You Are Cranberry Red
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Peaceful and philosophical, you are almost always at harmony with the world.
You're not very social, but you always enjoy a deep, complex conversation with a friend.
It's possible that you've been disappointed a lot in your life, but you've gotten over those disappointments quickly.
For you, each day is new and glorious. You wake up refreshed and happy, even when things aren't going your way.
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You Are Smokin' Hot
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You're a terrible flirt, a sharp dresser, and a party animal.
Of course, you're totally sizzling too. And for you, being hot just comes naturally.
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Fri, Apr. 28th, 2006, 09:51 pm
stim·u·li
A slave to the game maintained in chains bound like blood to veins.
Distain the atrophy of my mental effigy bleeding acidic rain.
Dig and drag to pull the facts of life to tack up my claim to fame.
A muse that chose to refuse the dues and task so true to the brain.
Dreamscapes to escape debates of fate and faith deny me your touch.
Displaced misshaped replayed and left to lean on a crutch.
The weight it pays for days to gain the will to crush.
What opposition given the reason could say this is to much...
...to ask this task to last thought mask that come to pass.
To baste and bathe in things profane and collect en masse.
Pray for a name to change the claim from famine to fast.
Until the day sanity returns me home at last
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Random Gentle Sex Master (RGSMm)
Clean. Smooth. Successful. You're The Playboy.
You're spontaneous, and your energy is highly contagious. Guys therefore find you fun to be around, and girls find you compelling. You have lots of sex, and you manage it all without seeming cheap or being hurtful. Well done. You probably know karate, too.
Your exact opposite:
The Mixed Messenger
Deliberate Brutal Love Dreamer | It's obvious to us, and probably everyone else, that you're after physical rather than emotional relationships, but you're straight up with potential partners. And if a girl you want isn't into something casual, it's no big deal. You move on. BEFORE sleeping with her. Usually. At least you try to. Such control is rare.
If you're feeling unfulfilled, maybe you should raise your standards. New conquests will only be satisfying if there's a possibility of rejection. If a little betty does get her nails into you for an extendted period of time she wont regret it .
ALWAYS AVOID: The Priss
CONSIDER: The Dirty Little Secret, The Nurse |
Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating.
My profile name: TaoreruSeishin |
Braggart
You are 57% Rational, 57% Extroverted, 28% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant. |
You are the Braggart! Like Muhammad Ali, you would surely tell everyone
that you are "The Greatest" whilst bragging incessantly about your
intelligence, your skills, and your abilities. You tend to be a thinker
rather than a feeler, and combined with your extroversion and
arrogance, this makes you someone who probably just LOVES to brag about
his accomplishments. Despite this, however, you are a very gentle,
tender person and truly care about others' feelings. You just happen to
care more about yourself. Unlike Ali, of course, you are rather
rational as opposed to emotional, and you are also much more gentle.
But his arrogance and extroversion best reflect the most visible
aspects of your personality. Your personality defect is the fact that
you are extremely overconfident, extroverted, and perhaps rather
lacking in emotions. YOU ARE THE GREATEST! Or so you keep telling
yourself every night, in hopes that eventually everyone else on the
planet will agree. Well, sorry, we probably won't.
To put it less negatively:
1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.
2. You are more EXTROVERTED than introverted.
3. You are more GENTLE than brutal.
4. You are more ARROGANT than humble.
Compatibility:
Your exact opposite is the Bitch-Slap.
Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Hand-Raiser, the Haughty Intellectual, and the Capitalist Pig.
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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you
could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42%
Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is
close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well.
Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can
determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored
near fifty percent for certain traits.
The other personality types:
The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.
The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.
The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.
The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.
The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant. |  | My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 38% on Rationality | | You scored higher than 59% on Extroversion | | You scored higher than 27% on Brutality | | You scored higher than 65% on Arrogance |
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| Your Brain's Pattern | 
You have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.
You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.
People may say you're hard to read, but that's because you're so internally focused.
But when you do share what you're thinking, people are impressed with your imagination. |
| Your Blog Should Be Green | 
Your blog is smart and thoughtful - not a lot of fluff.
You enjoy a good discussion, especially if it involves picking apart ideas.
However, you tend to get easily annoyed by any thoughtless comments in your blog. |
Wed, Aug. 31st, 2005, 10:41 am
E=MCnothing.
Running a life long gauntlet, constantly haunted by the skills I flaunted to get this far. On a constant plummet, searching for a summit of solace that lies beyond this celestial star. Fantasies that fall to the force on entropy, decaying to the repeated process of existence. A mistake repeated to find an answer already known, so why so much resistence. An object epherial and transient is what you attempt to own. Once reached it seems the heart tends to become accident prone. Fingers reaching infront to give the image of getting further. Without a father who will harbor your sins you sheep without a herder. Sepia tone still shots an echo to your constant murder...of self...for wealth, that extra quarter. Masquerade for the ones in the constant game of sherade, only to invade their silent blastphamy. Given the praise it takes to behave with lack of infamy. The insane they say play in a world full of ecstasy. You play in a world of walking effigy. Staking each other up and burning your friends so carelessly. Worth and lack there of is defined in who you know, if they all burn because you yurn to quicken the flow...and process, then progress falls to absess and absence of substance then what are you worth really...?
Wed, Aug. 31st, 2005, 10:14 am
The Surprising Lover
77% partner focus, 38% aggressiveness, 80% adventurousness | Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that:
You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical
or boring, you would rather be pursued than do the pursuing and, when
it comes to physical love, your satisfaction comes more from providing
a wonderful time to your partner than simply seeking your own.
This places you in the Lover Style of: The Surprising Lover.
The Surprising Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and, like the
name implies, is often filled with hidden delights and talents that
might not be apparent from a surface knowledge of the person. The
Surprising Lover is rather like a geode--sometimes rough on the
exterior, but filled with beauty and wonder. The Surprising Lover is
thus a gem to find, though it can sometimes be difficult to do so
because they often tend to be humble and unwilling to reveal their
inner greatness unless they're in a rewarding relationship.
In terms of physical love, the Surprising Lover really shines,
often highly imaginative and utterly devoted to bringing the heights of
pleasure to the one that they truly love. Given a rewarding,
reciprocative relationship, and the right lover, the Surprising Lover
can be a delight in bed.
Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Carnal Lover (most of all) or the Exotic Lover, or the Suave Lover.
Congratulations!
If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also, you
might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in
the following:
Nerds, Geeks & Dorks
Professional Wrestling
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Thanks Again! -- THE LOVER STYLE PROFILE TEST |  | My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 92% on partner focus | | You scored higher than 19% on aggressiveness | | You scored higher than 91% on adventurousness |
|  The Cynic What human aspect fits your personality? (images) brought to you by Quizilla
 Pure Nerd
52 % Nerd, 43% Geek, 13% Dork | For The Record:
A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.
A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.
A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.
You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: Pure Nerd.
The times, they are a-changing. It used to be that being exceptionally
smart led to being unpopular, which would ultimately lead to picking up
all of the traits and tendences associated with the "dork." No-longer.
Being smart isn't as socially crippling as it once was, and even more
so as you get older: eventually being a Pure Nerd will likely be
replaced with the following label: Purely Successful.
Congratulations!
Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in either of the following:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Professional Wrestling
Love & Sexuality
Thanks Again! -- THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST |  | My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: | You scored higher than 42% on nerdiness | | You scored higher than 62% on geekosity | | You scored higher than 8% on dork points |
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~*~Result nr 10~*~  Your power is: Time Control
Explanation: You have the ability to
freeze, push forward or go back in time. In
good purposes it is used to prevent bad deeds,
and the opposite for evil purposes.
As a person your emotional level has been on
hold. For one reason or another emotions has
reduced and now you aren't so full of life. And
of course, this does not sadden you since you
could care less. Sometimes though you can be
hit by emotioal waves inside but you block it
all out. You don't search for something that
could make you happy since you have no hope in
that area any longer. People probably see you
as annoying because you're not involved and
just stand there. You probably don't have that
many friends either, and you feel like you are
with them because that's what you normally do.
You stick to your habits and don't appreciate
changes.
Negative aspects: One day all emotions
are gonna surface again, and that day will be
very painful. Instead it is more wise to start
up the emotional level bit by bit, so it won't
come as a big chock.
What Power is Compatible With You? [beautiful anime pictures + 12 detailed results] brought to you by Quizilla Shrooms. Star light, star bright, what images will I see tonite? Which drug should you be hooked on? [now with pictures] brought to you by Quizilla Your personality resembles Psychedelics Which type of drug does your personality resemble? brought to you by Quizilla You are........... Hunter S. Thompson (aka Raoul Duke). You sweat rivers, you consume large amounts of drugs and alcohol on a daily basis. You talk to fast, you wear large sunglasses and slack off on your job but in the end your work is eloquent and original. Only one down point : Your logic is completely insane and circular. Fear and Loathing : Which Drug Addled Freak Are You? brought to you by Quizilla You are a Ninja.You are like a samurai gone bad. The good side is no longer interesting you and feel that darkness is where you belong. Though you may think you are the evil one, you're not. Because deep inside there is still that little glimpse of who you once were. You don't like to associate with people that much and keep away. In your mind they are ignorant and not so interesting anyway. That means you are a lonley person who don't trust people, and you have really no desire to do so either. Life is a big pain and annoyance for you and you aren't quite sure on how to handle it. Other people see you as mysterious and secretive, and that is probably right. Main weapon: Daggers and throwing stars Quote: "I hate people. People make me pro-nuclear" -Margaret Smith Facial expression: Frown What Type of Killer Are You? [cool pictures] brought to you by Quizilla
 If you were an anime character, you would be immediately recognizable to everyone because of the distinct weapon you would carry with you everywhere (which may or may not resemble the one in the picture). Having a weapon as your main distinguishing feature implies that you can be intimidating and tough, especially to people you dont know very well. Most likely you are very cold and callous (uncaring) towards everyone and everything around you, but thats because you have a deep, inner spring of anger and sometimes it just makes you want to scream and punch something really, really hard. What Would be your Most Distinguishing Physical Feature as an Anime Character? (anime pics!) brought to you by Quizilla You dont sleep. It's not because you love life too much to lay your head down, it's because you can't or just dont want to. Sleep? Who cares, right? In fact, who really cares about anything? You dont. Maybe you're mad at someone for something they did, but its probably more than just one person who has pissed you off. People have probably told you to get over your issues lots of times, but thats just because most of them dont understand how deep some scars can go. How do you Sleep? (Anime Pics) brought to you by Quizilla Your critter companion is the Mischievous Cat. You arent someone who likes getting in trouble or anything, but hey, stretching the boundaries a little bit is FUN! You enjoy going to parties and get-togethers with your friends and just relaxing and enjoying yourself. Despite this, you are really an intelligent person and you could be at the top of the class if you really wanted to. But youd much rather put saran wrap across someones doorway and watch them run into it...hehehe... What Kind of Critter Would be your Best Companion? (Anime pics!) brought to you by Quizilla
I took the most accurate villain personality test
created by: The Arch Villainess Gracie
Sun, Jun. 19th, 2005, 06:10 am
Deviant, devistatingly defiant, despondent, dissolved, deranged, demented, determined to drive dire debauchery towards daring dangers. Desolate and destitude to despise the divine duration of dramatic Deja vu. Devils drained of disaster for a dab of dream dust. De Capo...Dance like dace drenched in drought. Deadal doctrines demonstrate deeds too daft to deny. Daliness to daily dispositions displace dreadful dalliance. Damnatory Damages...Dal segno...Deaden dillusional dimensions to become damned...A deadeye upon descent but deaf-mute otherwise. deaerate to leave yourself desolate of dearly departed hope. ...definitively dispossal...
Beat me until I bleed, and choke me until my breath is no longer. Torture me with wicked intent, and feed on my pain...does it make you feel stronger? Rip through the flesh and leave me exposed so carelessly. My wounds, my blood, my torment, your ecstasy. String them closed to extend it endlessly. My place as where it should always be. A puppet, a toy, a worthless effigy. A scapegoat for the darkness that hides within your soul. Sustaining yourself with that illusion of control. Let me bleed, let me die, and welcome this silence it is I seek. But you would never let me go would you, would your world end up so bleak? Without the drug, the sting, the pain, that makes you real. The translucent happiness you seem to feel. All gone as broken as you are inside. For though I am in ruin...without me you aren't far behind.
It comes to me in a wave of melancholy majesty. Supreme in its form but graceful in all aspects. Slowly consuming from the inside out like a poison. Eating away at it until it consumes all. Reflections of dreams long past and wishes never granted. Peeling away the layers of paint, just to see the cracks. The light bleeds outwards from the world behind this wall. Warm and comforting but at the same time showing you the world you cannot have. Glimpses of the smiles of those who pass by. Trapped within this room. You scream but no sound. You pray to every god you have ever forsaken to relieve you of this pain for your zealous praise. None answer....they never have. Why would they...? You are forsaken to the world in which you built around you. The walls that once protected you now your prison from the world. You scratch until your nails are peeled away and your fingers raw and bleeding. Your tears like everything within this world falls silent. Never to be heard, never to be known, only to be felt. The darkness it creeps moving slowly towards those cracks. Slowly sealing away that warmth you worked so hard to obtain. The shivers of those whispers within your head set in. Trapped by you own will, but forever regretting the action. Live with the pages you have written. Stay within the world you have created...your world...void of light.
Thu, May. 12th, 2005, 02:02 pm
In a room
In a room behind a door. There lies a hallway that lacks a floor. At the end of this hall of ebony. Stays the morbidness and treachery. Beyond the forest of shadows and malformed whispers. Are those thoughts I like to call drifters. They sway they float and pay no mind. Those random ass thoughts,you know the kind. What time is it in Berlin? Or what Roseanne would look like if she were thin. Past that and to the right. Is where you find the fear and plight. Always present but hardly noticed. That sneak up at times when your mind's unfocused. Adjacent to them you will find gallantry. Opposed to all those who knows not of its infamy. But beyond this point I dare not say. What demons and angels take their stay. That is the place within the mind, which dreams and hopes come to find. A home a place to call its own...amongst the chaos clearly shown. But in that room at the end of the hallway with no floor. Behind that tightly sealed door. There is a box crafted of bliss, and tangible logic. Able to mimic any topic. A shape ever changing and forming true. These are where I keep my thoughts of you.
Inlaid and insown in the fabric of reality. Violently vellicating to a stagnant beat of a broken planet. Burning deep within with desire to release this heat upon the surface. The cleansing of a unified rage encapsulating all there is to experience. Sucking deep into the cardinal veins of venial sins. Marching to tempo of temptation and tantalization, all lined up for the firing squad. Each bullet a truth hidden behind mask. Each hot penetration an echo of the pain left behind by all those who have come and gone. Each splatter of blood a sacrifice made for the vision. Each chunk of brain matter upon wall an epiphany and a new enlightenment. A future that only reflects a past. A present that only mimics the paradox of being. A tide that washes and breaks upon a shore of broken dreams. Wearing the edges smooth, making those sharp stabs of reality a bit duller. Allowing self to mimic the universal mother...dying within from mistakes made from without. Forever parallel and never adjacent, forever pacing never passing, infinitely acceling never exceeding. Fodder to fascination and fantasy, victim to internal rape and ravage. That thin line between man and Savage, the beast spoken of in biblical lore. Demonic Children marked with the touch of a mechanical messiah, to mesmerize the masses. Let it all burn, let it all drown, let it all freeze over and take hell along with it...
American Cities That Best Fit You:
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98% New York City |
80% Chicago |
75% Philadelphia |
60% Boston |
60% Los Angeles |
You Know You're a Pothead When... |
You think the song "Truckin'" by the Grateful Dead should replace the national anthem.
Your music collection is worth more than your vehicle.
Your bong is taller than your dog.
It takes you more than 30 minutes to roll a joint.
You set your wedding date for 4/20.
You take off April 20th every year and treat it as a holiday.
You spent your last bit of money to score some herbs and don't have enough gas money to get home but you don't care.
You start every sentence with - uhhh!.
You intentionally roll seeds in your joints on independence day so you can hear the popping because you don't have money to buy fireworks.
You eat at Taco Bell more than 8 times a week.
You wear sunglasses at night, and see better.
You go to the corner store and the clerk automatically tosses a pack of rolling papers on the counter.
Your pot tray is fuller than your refrigerator.
Your bong gets washed more than your dishes.
You sell your car for gas money
You are the only tobacco smoker in the room and you look at the cigarette in the ashtray and ask, "Is that my cigarette?"
You're eating something on your way home thinking about what you're gonna eat when you get home!
Every cylinderical object you see, turns into plans on a new smoking device....
Just to be religous, you observe 4:20 in every time zone.
Someone has ever come up to you on the street and said "Hi" and you said "Yep."
You thought the ebola virus was a type of weed.
You think being stoned to death would be a damn good way to go out.
You have ever smoked pot before 8 o'clock in the morning.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other pothead friends.
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You Know You're Addicted to Video Games When... |
Your wife tells you that you are, and you two kids; Mario, and Sonic; agree with her.
Whenever something bad happens you reach for the pause button.
You can microwave and eat a pizza pop using only your feet.
You've spent so much time playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 4 -- you actually taught youself how to skateboard.
You've worn out the buttons in the elevator of your apartment.
The only joystick you play with anymore is plugged in to your Xbox.
You've decided you won't go outside anymore due to the 'tacky graphics, poor sound and low playability.'
You've moved your PS2 into the bathroom -- just in case you make it to the next level on Vice City.
Your hands are so gnarled from gripping the controller, you can't even tie your shoes.
You ask your doctor how many lives you have left.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to video games. |
You Know You're Addicted to Anime When... |
You call your dog Shinji.
You perform a canon ball dive into a pool while yelling "Spirit Bomb!"
Your house has an anime room.
You and your friends flash peace signs and take girlish poses when you are happy.
You get an anime tattoo. even though you're scared of needles.
Your walls are covered in wallscrolls and posters from your favorite series.
If you use the term 'Kawaii' for describing everything.
You try to convince your girlfriend that 'cat ears' and 'tail' really looks good on them.
You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese...
You spent hours looking through your library for a copy of "The Universe of Four Gods"
You have legally changed your name to that of your favorite charcter.
You wear a necklace and fall down everytime someone says sit boy.
You insist on having an entrance that includes spotlights, music, and raining cherry blossoms (while you hold a rose if you're a guy).
Your only dream is to attend Tokyo U with a girl you haven't seen in 15 years.
You play an instrument and you nick name it Inuyasha
For valinetines day you buy a stuffed dog and make up your on japanese name for it
If you get mad at you teacher and draw a picture of her as a anime demon cat
You wtch Iron Chef constanly to pick up great recipes ( haven't done it but plan to )
You've bought a twenty dollar ring in the shaped of a dragon to show off at school.
You always have your hair covering your left eye and always fliping it so you look like a anime character.
You think that falling flat on your back with your legs in the air is a normal reaction to big news.
You are worried because you don't have several desirable members of the opposite sex frantically trying to make you fall in love with them.
You shave a cresent moon onto your cats head, dye the cat purple, then take it to school and insist it's Luna, your talking cat.
You go around town trying to eat donuts and act all crazy-like, all the while saying you're Vash the Stampede.
To resolve a conflict, you insist in a duel.
The employees at Gamestop know you, and tell you when you walk in if they've gotten a new shipment of anime DVDs.
You've gotten angry at someone and placed two fingers on your forehead shouted the word "Makanekasopo!" (specail beam cannon or light of death) and then poked them in the eye.
You waste countless amounts of hair gel to get that "Goku look"
You map out points in Tokyo where the Dragons of Earth might attack
You believe it is possible for a person to be severly beaten in the head with a large hammer, stick, etc...and still come out alive.
You have a moment of confusion whenever you go to school because there are no girls in those tiny little skirts that come with their school uniform
You yell out 'Baka hanyou Inu-Yasha!' at your birthday party and everyone (except your parents) knows you're talking to your boyfriend.
You tell your parents you need to stay out past curfew to save the colonies.
Each time you see a stray animal, you turn your hat sideways and throw one of those plastic Pokeballs Burger King was giving out in their kids' meals yelling, "POKEBALL, GO!"
You add "no da" to the end of all statements you make
The majority of your CDs are Japanese or the English version of a Japanese soundtrack or the English soundtrack of an anime that just decided that it would use English in its songs.
You misplace your manga and someone at school you don't even know gives it to you saying they knew it was yours.
You incorporate Japanese, somehow, into every class.
You can sing songs from your favorite shows, in Japanese, even though you dont speek Japanese...
You use random Japanese words such as baka, kawaii, and hentai.
You try to read every book from right to left
You take a break from watching anime to go to your computer (nicknamed Lord Conti) to download anime (for previewing purposes only! ;) ), while visiting your favorite anime forum, while listening to Japanese webradio...
You call your parents Oka-san and Otou-san
You say ITADAKIMASU!! before you eat your meals
You think that locket your boyfriend gave you will turn you into a magical girl
You'll risk grounding to get a good new fanfic.
You constantly say "w00p" after almost every sentance.
You insist on chopsticks for everyday use.
Your bookshelf is filled with anime boxed sets and no books
You stop listening to the radio because english makes no sense to you anymore and it's your first spoken language
You call yourself "otaku."
All of your family portraits have been altered to the proper super large eye size.
Random battles seem to erupt wherever you go.
You take the time to write messages on your cigarettes, only to burn them right away.
Your dreams are animated.
You naru punch all the guys at school, and then wonder why they don't follow you around like keitaro follows naru.
You hold your eyes really wide all day trying to make them stay big
Duct tape is really funny to you and most of your threats involve taping people to walls.
When you're washing dishes you yell out "SUPAH WAVE SMASHUH!" or any water attack.
You run out of space on your computer because the hard drive is taken up by hundreds of anime pics, mp3s, midis, and music videos.
You spend all night trying to figure out how many people you can get to go in with you on buying the complete collection of Sailor Moon episodes in Japanese.
You spend your whole spring break working on an anime webpage.
You expect to see a teardrop over someone's head when they get embarressed.
You start to speak with an odd accent.
You can watch two animes in the same room at the same time and still have the TV off.
You know your favorite character's bloodtype.
Knowing Sailor Moon helps you on an Astronomy test.
You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends who are addicted to anime. |
It started out with a calm pool of water....but it was floating....held no depth or body as if a thin layer of liquid spread thin across the span of reality. He walked up to it his pointer touching it allowing one ripple to make its way across, it took a slight blue transparent hue as he did so...giving definition to its motion in color in a world of contrast. So he continued...his hands rubbing together as if generating heat...each passionate motion causing vibrant tones upon his hands of gray as if his eyes read thermal signatures. And so he waves his hands above the water and the single ripple that moved outwards seemed to bend in and form to the will of the motions he took. A Silhouette of a form in a ripple that no longer moved. He placed a finger upon where the head would be the mind. The sahasrara chakra. Giving the form a center that sense of being the "I am" that gives will. And so where his finger touched a sphere of water rose and floated there a slight purple radiance given to it before it died out to the taint of the black and white world. Below that only a few inches his finger touched yet again. This time where the forehead would be located the process repeated the circular form of liquid rising giving itself shape. This would be the third eye...the figure that would give this form intuitive direction, the third eye...ir resonated with a tone of blue only seen minutes after the sun finishes setting. Almost black but quite not...and it took its tool and existence and the color died away. Again the hand moved down...placing a finger where the throat would be. The Visuddha chakra and it held a tone of sky blue giving this form its sense of its surroundings and the tools needed to place the base process of communication. It rose as did the others the color echoing its presence and giving in to the pressure of the world around it. Anahata was next the heart. It was touched radiating an emerald green as it rose. This to give it a sense of self to distinct its being with the rest but knowing the similarities they hold. Again the color drained and the motion continued ever downward. To the center of the being. The solar plexus what gives the being its sight of the world. It was a shade of yellow...glowing like the sun radiant and beautiful but like the setting sun it too though beautiful sank into the darkness. Upon where the abdomen would be is where his finger landed next. This would give it its sense of sexuality...the will of self to express it in a sensual manner. And there Svadhisthana chakra was born. It took an orange tone and faded away justly fighting for its existence as it was slowly sucked away of its hue. And lower this finger would drop as if dipping into honey giving a ripple as red as fresh blood itself. The orb took its ascension and lost its life soon there after. This would be its final piece to becoming whole the piece that brought a controlled peace to the chaos that was self. He returned to have his hands dance above the form globes of liquid that float before him slowly each reaching for the other like the mythical reach from Adam to god. Finding peace within each others grasp before it would fill in slowly to make a transparent form...the shape. Of a woman....and as if a symphony pianist his fingers drew close to the form and each touch gave it a vibrant tone of heat that rushed over the being...from the oranges and reds to what seemed a solidified skin tone...but it in itself held no color...he continued as if crafting some masterpiece sonnet within his mind and crafting it into this creature...the body took form with each touch giving it life...the final one giving it breath...and its eyes opened to the darkness as his fingers ran across her flesh slowly giving it a bronze tone. It retained its color...the breath escaping releasing a sound that could emulate pain and pleasure all at once. Two extremes of the same facet...like having sex on a bed of razor blades. Each second of its new existence a new cut across the flesh that would bring a contrasting pain to the overwhelming pleasure of being. This was what he saw...and this was what he made. But upon finishing...perhaps it was it who willed its own creation. His hands only tools to bring its form to be.
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It started out as a man speaking to a boy. A time limit was set...a date. A deadline. And each year the two met. The man growing younger and the boy growing older. He reminded him of the remaining time and the boy watched the progression from boy to man. And noticed the progression of man to boy. This once stranger...someone that seemed so odd to him was now becoming more familiar. The steps of evolution being peeled away in front of his eyes, as he experienced his own. Seeing where he will be and knowing what he has been and is now. One day they met at a mid point. They were both the same person. An equal resonance in the process of growth. They looked to each other. One speaking the remaining time as he had always in this meeting, nothing more. But now the "boy" also now a man speaks up and ask a question. "What purpose must I achieve before this time" The man spoke...."Happiness..." Now the boy at this point truly angry spoke out to this man who was supposedly himself in outrage as they did not share the same view...this could not be him...at least not now. "Happiness is fleeting...I would chase it until my time ran out and all would have been for nothing. Give me something solid that the world will recognize." This was his time in all those years that he saw this entity of himself as an equal and he continued on in his rage releasing his thoughts like mortars to rain upon his opponent. Without as much as an expression the man spoke...his voice humbled and silent, a smile seemingly being hidden behind his melancholy features. "Is that why you can never finish anything you start? Because your fire for its existence is fleeting, forever moving and you never with it? Whose fault is that? The objects for not keeping your attention or you for not giving it proper time and growth before deciding upon its foreboding execution?" As if Mr. Rogers himself and the boy Nazi opposition each weakspot was punctured with these sniper shots of self awareness. Silenced by the shock of these personal indifference's of self were used against him so readily he listened."Happiness is ever changing, that it is. But it is not fleeting. You are the one who is fleeting, in mind, expression, and action, forever changing forever growing. It is there at all times in the same place, changing faces because you yourself are changing. You look for it in places that it has never been. Same place different perspective. That is what you are missing." And with that he made his way walking away from the boy, and the boy stood there in silence, as the darkness grew before he too slowly faded away.
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Awake...
Awake
All too real...
Past that and to the right...
No sleep...
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