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Therefore, I have to make one last journal entry with this pretty CSS, covering a few key points.

1. Chicago was awesome. I'll upload photos when this POS starts functioning properly.

2. I LOVE YOU, RYAN. (It needed to be said.)

3. Are you happy now? You know who you are.




A final round of fave features:

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Written Word:
The King is Dead Gentle till we hit the ground,
Cracking bones, the only sound.
Never knowing what's ahead,
Bow your heads, the King is Dead.

Move forwards, never back,
Never keeping on the track.
All the people drenched in red,
Silence now, the King is Dead.

Moving to the slowing beat,
Tender as the freshest meat.
You can't take back what you said,
Evermore, the King is Dead.

Falling forward, hit the dirt,
We don't care how much it hurt.
Bottle up the tears you shed,
It will not change, the king is Dead.

Hear the music down the aisle,
The casket framed in an odd style.
Feel the guilt burn, the fire fed...

Because of you,
        The King Jack Brenner  He was the kind of man who could stand in the ocean and kill the tide; Who could move the mountains; He could drown the sun. Jack Brenner wasn't just a dangerous man- Jack Brenner was a God. The city broke under a relentless plague of ice, snow, sleet and any of other various unpleasantries. Mad winds howled agony like a monstrous beast caught in a trap- and it was. It was his trap. It was his game, and they all knew it. It was as simple as this city was cold.

Terminally stubborn street vendors had given in to the pounding wall of white. All that was to be found were drifts and banks, piles of snow and glassy smooth patches of ice lurking :thumb121027349: Macbeth: Act 4 - IN 90 SECONDS Witch: Macbeth should be here any minute.
Macbeth: Aha! I found you. I need to know my future.
Witch: Alright, we prepared the spell already. These spirits will talk and you will listen, and not talk, because talking is bad.
Macbeth: Fine.
Apparation: Beware Macduff! Beware the thane of Fife!
Macbeth: Well, duh.
Apparation: Laugh to scorn the power of man, for none of woman born shall harm Macbeth.
Macbeth: Oh awesome, nobody man can hurt me. But just to be safe, I'll kill Macduff.
Apparation: Macbeth shall never be vanquished  until Great Birnam wood shall come against him to high Dunsinane hill.
Macbeth: Bah, trees can't

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"Sticks and stones can break your bones - well, who cares? Words are a hell of a lot more powerful than that. If Martin Luther King Jr. had attacked racism with sticks and stones, we'd still be drinking out of 'white' and 'colored' drinking fountains."

There is only one basic human right, the right to do as you damn well please. And with it comes the only basic human duty, the duty to take the consequences. - P.J. O'Rourke

A man of courage never needs weapons, but he may need bail. - Lewis Mumford

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"The Pope spoke out against evil, and then Dick Cheney gave the rebuttal."

My Proof of Existence: Cogito, ergo sum.

96% of teens won't stand up for God. Are you one of the 4% who will?

~I say I'm a determined, strong, and kind friend. But when it all come down to me will I prove so?