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Officer Light Yagami Report | 07/28/2009 8:10 pm

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I am only human, but at the same time, I am something far more advanced. There is only one of me, and only I can truly understand what lies inside of my heart. I see things in a different way then you or anyone else and have come to a few temporary conclusions. If you care to take a step into my life and dip your feet into my mind, then please feel free to continue reading. If you are careless as to what I am here for or what I believe in, then please leave this place. Every word that I place into our universe is real even if it is make believe. Try and understand something. My name is Emily witcher. I won’t waste time helping you sound out my last name or helping you pronounce it correctly, after all it IS only a name. I am nineteen years old and was born the first of Febuarary in Tueplo, Mississippi. I have hazel eyes, brown hair, and a few other distinctive traits that you will never forget from this point forward. I live in Tueplo and Jackson where I run back and forth looking for somewhere to stay but I may or may not be given a piece of paper that says I am somebody. The goal isn’t to function in society, but to experience this life, come what may. I cannot choose one path. As of now this option has grow impossible for me to attain. I will always be somewhat of tumbleweed. I love myself and I am making you love me as well. I change lives because I allow myself to be changed by others. When I do this I let these people know they have something to offer. When I take what they throw away, I let them see me apply it to my way of living. They are now given the gift of change. It’s okay to steal things from others, because in the end, you always make it your own. I help the world with all that I do. I only have so many tools to work with, but I grow more as time stretches past us all. 





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There is only one place that I know well enough to describe as a familiar world I have seen on more than one occasion. It is a place that I feel cannot fully be put down on paper. As my body grows and my feet move, I enter a brand-new realm of reason. I am changing my mind over and again. Always and forever. Without any stable place to lay my head upon, I find difficulty in the process of writing a story describing home. I am forced to tell fables of tumbleweeds and wind. There is no stability in the land that I know to have meaning or purpose. There HAVE been places that stay within my mind and heart, but these places are filled with things that will never be accepted in present time society. The world has trained us to accept certain things, and to shun all that is left remaining. We live our lives believing that the words we hear are true, only to turn to a life labeled dirty. We are innocently seeking a way to become clean. Slowly, the places we enter introduce us to people that speak words, and change the way we see all that surrounds us. Sitting on couches and speaking to company unknown, laying on toilets that are foreign to our nether-regions, and feeling hot things; as well as coming into contact with any and all cold surfaces become normal sensations. Slowly your brain and mind begin to transform into an object that you know nothing about; returning to a place that you used to know, only to find that you know nothing of all that has been left behind and forgotten. We have nothing to come home to. Part of us all has some regret in even leaving in the first place, and the other simply cringes at the thought of coming back to a place that has been abandoned. As I try and speak with people I once shared simple things in common with, I begin to realize that we have nothing to relate too; or any similarities worth sharing. I have become an alien living in a world that I have been born into without the option of accepting this gift of creation. It is a process that all strange humans undergo before becoming an item no one

I am Brian Report | 05/17/2009 1:44 pm

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SpAnKtACuLaR wAfFLe Report | 12/04/2008 10:02 pm

ElLo how r you? have u ever notice why cheese is yellow?

Sea Tuna Report | 12/04/2008 6:59 pm

No!!!

Jargon Dje Report | 12/04/2008 6:38 pm

i can set you up with a deal for the 3000 but i dont have any gold

Jargon Dje Report | 12/03/2008 8:37 pm

well i only have 700 brown inks right now. few yellows too if you want them as well let me know. i will send a trade of the 700 browns for 11,900 gold

Jargon Dje Report | 12/03/2008 8:06 pm

1000 what?

GianJustin05 Report | 12/02/2008 5:19 pm

tara tol??

Jargon Dje Report | 11/29/2008 5:45 am

i will give you a deal for a larger trade

Jargon Dje Report | 11/29/2008 5:41 am

Thanks for buying all the ink's. If you are looking for more i have alot to trade.