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Bio:
I usually write when I'm mad at
something (like the 'Traditional' way to write a fic, or the faults I see in
peoples opinions). This spurrs odd and radical results, such as my fanfic
'Melinko Strikes Back'; summer madness + resentment towards predictable fics
+ my fanatical obsession of Mr. Popo = Melinko Strikes Back. I also have some
interesting poems and songs and whatnot. Enjoy. I don't use fanfiction.net
much, my friend pushed me into it, but at least my voice is being heard. As
you can probably tell after reading some of these fics/poems/essays/etc,
you'll realize just how strong-opinioned and maybe open-minded I am. If you
want to learn more about me, e-mail me or go to my website. I have more
sites, but they only let me put one.
Here is a description of one of our 'family formal
dinners': We're having a 'formal' dinner tonight, which invovles lots of
moldy food my mom doesn't want to throw away, while she talks on the phone in
a tank top showing her too-tight bra, brother and sister watching TV, and me
and dad downstairs.
It's not even as formal as McDonalds. At least the
people LOOK at you when they take your money At McDonalds, you are a lot less
cramped being unable to move surrounded by sweaty, angry people in large
steaming vehicles.
Here, we are surrounded butt-cheek to butt-cheek with
bloated, sweaty, angry, yelling strangers (family.. members...?) while wiping
the mold off our snouts and trying to throw the food behind eachothers backs
while the 'parent' is still boozed.
Eating time is not how I would like it, I would say.
Personally I'd be perfectly happy to just kill some less important person
(possibly attorneys or republicans) and rip off hunks of their vital organs
while they scream. Pizza doesn't scream.
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The Black Dove A.K.A Raven Fire28 A.K.A. Wave Dancer A.K.A. Dolphie28.. etc. etc. etc...
