Claire

[FONT=Arial][SIZE=1]Preface: This is not a thread on whether or not you celebrate Halloween. If you don't, don't post. It's not the Devil's Birthday; it originated as the Pagan celebration of the end of summer (Samhain). [/SIZE] I know it's only the third of October, but heck. Halloween is everyday. So, my question is, how do you celebrate Halloween? Do you go trick-or-treating (still?), or what? Do you dress up? This year, I have two opportunities to wear a costume. One of them is this Friday, and the other is, of course, Halloween. For Friday, I hope to have the resources to dress up as Jade Puget, the guitarist of AFI. I already have a guitar, which is sort of what inspired the costume idea. Friday is my friend's birthday, and she's having a costume party. For Halloween, though, I want to be Davey Havok (AFI's singer). I was Davey two years ago, but I want to throw together a little better representation of him this time around. I don't know what I'll do Halloween night, though...I'll probably just walk around my neighborhood with some friends. It gives a good excuse to be out when it's dark. However, it can be Halloween almost every weekend for me! The local zoo here has a carnival type thing called ZooBoo that teenagers can volunteer for. In doing so, I will put on a generic, tattered costume and wear some cheap monster makeup, then hide in a dark place in one of the featured attractions...and when an unsuspecting person approaches...I leap out and scream, "GALILEO FIGARO!!" and make them spill beer all over the place in fright. Awe. Some.[/FONT]

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[FONT=Arial]1. Ministry; "Everyday is Halloween" 2. Grade; "Gathering Darkness (acoustic)" 3. Evanescence; "Hello" 4. Yellowcard; "Firewater (acoustic)" 5. Nightwish; "Ever Dream" 6. Taking Back Sunday; "Cute Without the E (acoustic)" 7. Misfits; "Ghouls Night Out" 8. Trans-Siberian Orchestra; "Prince of Peace" 9. AFI; "Reiver's Music" 10. Nightwish; "Feel For You" 11. Five Iron Frenzy; "Ugly Day" 12. Wicked; "March of the Witch Hunters" 13. Misfits; "I Turned Into a Martian" 14. Rasputina; "My Little Shirtwaiste Fire" 15. Kristin Chenoweth; "Not That Girl" Waah, I don't understand. My playlist is vastly dominated by AFI (70 different songs!), but only one song comes on. I never even listen to at least 12 out of those 15. Oh well, back to my AFI-only playlist.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]As a musician, I'm very glad that the guitar was invented. Not only that, but electrified. I think my most cherished possession is my electric guitar. Along with that, I'm grateful for the amplifier and the range of pedals available. I'd be nowhere without a computer, though, and I'd be even more lost without the internet, so these are also very important inventions in my life. [/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I'm sure I've heard this song at some point, because I listen to the Broadway radio channel on my TV all the time. I'd be able to distinguish "Everyone's a Little Bit Rascist," though, because I've heard it enough. Anyway, I thought it was really neato. I'm a big Broadway fanatic, and OB parodies are (almost) always interesting! (Psst, you could also write something like "The Anime Lounge is for Hentai." :D)[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I haven't had that many names, actually, and I'm about to get it changed again. [B]CaramelGhost[/B] - Honestly, I don't even remember signing up with this. But I know it used to be mine, not only because it was listed as turning 15 on the birthdays the same day I was, but because my first livejournal was of the same name. [B]Ailes de Velour[/B] - This was the first username I used for a while. It's supposed to mean Wings of Velvet in French. I think I was very interested in that language at the time, and I was obsessed with velvet. Other than that, I can't really think of why I chose it. [B]Amelia[/B] - This was the last username I signed up with, because I realized I could just have it changed. It's my favorite name for a girl, as well as my alter ego's name. I used to have a roleplay character named Amelia Revenant, and it just grew on me. [B]Marsh[/B] - My current name comes from a character my boyfriend gave me in Runescape. It was originally a girl named Marshxmello, but that became extremely boring and I turned it into a male transvestite. Everyone thought it was still a girl, though, which was a lot of fun. Anyway, they all referred to me as Marsh, which also grew on me. [B]Clurr[/B] - This is the name I'll be using soon. It's a play on my real name, Claire. Lots of people I care about use this as my nickname, and I like it a lot.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I think I just discovered what I like most about Last.fm; the radio function. I knew they had it when I downloaded the program, but I didn't realize you could type in a bunch of different keywords and create your own temporary radio station out of them. This is especially handy, since my own Yahoo radio station never wants to work.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I can't believe I made in time to this one. Even though there's no chance of winning, I'm going to answer it to make myself feel important. #10 is obviously Dragon Warrior! And I feel totally amazing that one of my threads is a possible answer to one of the riddles.

[FONT=Arial]If you mean you want to hide a spoiler from view, simply type [ spoiler ] text [/ spoiler ], but leave all the spaces out of the tags. However, there's no way to block someone from using spoiler tags, if that's what you meant... [/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I think that this belongs in the anime forum. However, I'm going to close it here. Sweet~chan18, please read the [URL=http://otakuboards.com/rules.php?]rules[/URL] if you haven't already. Also, please make sure that when creating a thread, you are posting it in the correct forum. Music, Movies, and TV is not for anime (even if it is an anime movie). If you still want to talk about the Escaflowne Movie, please recreate a new thread in the Anime Lounge, and be sure to use the best grammar possible (capitalization, punctuation, spelling, etc). Feel free to PM me or any other mod if you have any quetstions. Thread closed.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I'm moving this to the Anime Lounge. When creating a thread, please be sure you're posting it in the correct forum.[/FONT] [color=#007520][SIZE=1][INDENT]Don't want to step on your toes, but I merged it with the already existing First of the North Star thread. -r2[/INDENT][/SIZE][/color]

[FONT=Arial]This sounds like it could be so much fun, but I'm afraid I'd never be able to do it. I'd probably be way too paranoid, not to mention never go out of my way to complete the game. It would be awesome if they did something like this in high school, but we're probably way too distractable and it would hurt our academics or something like that. How does the game end? It seems like it could go on forever without any interruption.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I'm going to be vain for a moment. I love these pictures very much. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/IMG_1560.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/IMG_1536.jpg[/IMG] And take a gander at my awesome eyes. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/hillshavebigeyes.png[/IMG] Thank you, that'll be all.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]This thread is teh' crazy. Seven pages in three days. Good lord. This is just a cell phone picture of me being bored, but my hair was straightened at the time. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/0803061528.jpg[/IMG] Eh, whatever.[/FONT]

[center][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/debreskosfifth.png[/IMG][/center] [FONT=Arial]Rawking' the MS Paint, duh.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I really like Last.fm, because I love for people to see what I've been listening to. I'm not exactly sure why, but I do. [U][URL=http://www.last.fm/user/verucasaltx/]Here's[/URL][/U] my userpage, if anyone is interested. I currently have a chart on my myspace, and I think it might've inspired my friend to sign up at Last.fm as well. I recently downloaded the actual Last.fm program, and I've used it for the radio a few times. I much prefer Yahoo LaunchCast for radio, though.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]A picture is worth a thousand words, I guess, so why describe? [img]http://myspace-412.vo.llnwd.net/01122/21/44/1122334412_l.jpg[/img] I recently got contacts, so this is gonna be the first impression. I don't normally wear a bandana, but I do usually wear my jacket (unless it's actually too hot for me). The bandana is hiding the roundness of my face, also, fortunately. I have a new jacket now, though. (Actually, I have about three jackets and one hoody, so I'll tend to have different ones on at different times). I also tend to look depressed - or at least I used to. In a video my friend took at camp, I was sitting in a circle of happy people, but I looked sad (when in reality I was extremely happy). Now, here's me with glasses. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/something017.jpg[/IMG] Another lying down headshot. I don't have any remotely good full size pictures. Maybe later.[/FONT]

[QUOTE=Mr. Maul][size=1][color=DimGray]Also, "[b]Ever and a Day[/b]" and "[b]Morning Star[/b]" off of [b]AFI[/b]'s [b]Art of Drowning[/b] album are a must. Not necessarily emo, but they get the job done. [/color][/size][/QUOTE] [FONT=Arial]Gasp. Daaang. I was going to suggest Morningstar. Well, I second that motion. It happens to be one of my FAVORITE AFI songs ever. I'd also mention "This Time Imperfect," off AFI's Sing the Sorrow album, but it's more depressing and miserable than just plain sad. It's also hidden behind two songs on one track, so unless you downloaded it separately or turned it into a single track yourself, it could be a little hard to get. I'd suggest "Existentialism on Prom Night" by Straylight Run, "Telescope Eyes" by Eisley, "Wish You Were Here," "Any Old Actress," and "Signs of the Zodiac" by Rasputina (a darkwave, indie cello band. WYWH is a cover of Pink Floyd, by the way). Those are all pretty songs that could probably cause sadness. I also really like Iron and Wine's version of "Such Great Heights," so you should probably check it out.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]This started as a myspace bulletin made out of boredom, but turned into a parody of the song "Brand New Key." [B][CENTER]Hardcore Ballet[/CENTER][/B] [CENTER] I bought bandanas at Hot Topic today Then heard some screaming music right away And now it seems I've found the life for me I know just what label I want to be Well, I'm gonna write a hardcore musical And a hardcore ballet I'm hardcore down to my heart core With a hardcore dance a day I've been two-stepping with skill and grace I scream instead of say Well, I'm gonna write a hardcore musical And a hardcore ballet I don't care if people think I'm a fool I took karate so that I would look cool And now it seems I've found the life for me I know just what label I want to be Well, I'm gonna write a hardcore musical And a hardcore ballet I'm hardcore down to my heart core With a hardcore dance a day Rawr rah rawr rawr rah rawr rah rawr Rawr rah rawr rawr rah rah Well, I'm gonna write a hardcore musical And a hardcore ballet [/CENTER][/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Oh dear. Harukofan, have you read the [U] [URL=http://otakuboards.com/rules.php?]Rules?[/URL][/U] If you haven't, please do so. They're very valuable to anyone who wants to be a good member to the OB. Please try to create threads that will spark intelligent discussion (you were so close, but so far), and use proper grammar, capitalizations, spelling, etc. Think of posting as if you were writing an essay for your English class, and you wanted to get a good grade on it. Thread = locked. [/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I was spending the night at my friends house with two other girls, and I woke up to see this story on the television. Though I wasn't really a fan of his, it doesn't seem right that he's dead. It reminds me of that guy who was mauled by a bear, and his video camera caught it on tape - even if you really love and care for nature, it can still destroy you. [/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I was originally going to post this in the old 'Your Bands' thread, but I went back seventy-five days and couldn't find it and decided to leave it dead. Besides, I think this is just a little different. In my extreme longing to be in a band, I often record songs (originals and covers) that I upload to my current band's myspace. Since I don't exactly have a current band, I decided to begin a small solo project. [U][URL=http://myspace.com/midnightveruca]Midnight Veruca[/URL][/U] is what I created. Right now there's only one song on the player (my cover of "She" by the Misfits), but I'm planning on writing, recording, and uploading more. I was playing my guitar around midnight one night - with the distortion on, even though my family was asleep - and decided to record a song. When I finished it in two tries, I decided it sounded pretty good to have come from me, and that I wanted to put it on a myspace. I didn't really have one I could upload it to, so I created my little solo project myspace. The name stems from two things - being born at Midnight, and me wanting to play the role of Veruca Salt in an upcoming production of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I play guitar and sing, and [i]try[/i] to play the piano. (The keyboard in my room seems to be dead now, so I have to wait till I'm home alone to move my recording space to where the piano is). I'm impressed with my voice in She: normally I'm hardly listenable, and I can't vibrato. Of course, I had to sing softly to not wake my family, so the words are hardly understandable. Anyway, does anyone else have a solo project?[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]The worst experience ever...ugh. Okay, so. This was back in March. I had to go to a doctor about my bladder, and that was the first traumatizing experience of the day (it involved a cup). However, I had been weighed at the doctor's office, and it scared me into trying to become a vegetarian. My mom took me to Walmart and I bought some garbanzo beans and english peas. I had the whole can of english peas for dinner that night. Later, as I was trying to get to sleep, I felt horribly nauseous. I hadn't felt that nauseous in a really really long time, so I knew what I was going to have to do. I went to the bathroom and upchucked that whole can of english peas. Oh my gawd, it was horrible. I can't stand the smell or sight of english peas now, much less the taste. I don't really throw up all that often. Once I did because I had too much chinese food, then drank WAY TOO MUCH water. I also threw up once for seemingly no reason; I had been feeling bad all day, and my friend had a stomach bug on the last day of school anyway.[/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]Oh dear. Here it comes. [CENTER][IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/jaredletoyum.jpg[/IMG] Mhm, Jared Leto is hawt. He was amazing as Jordan Catalano, and even sexier in 30 Seconds to Mars. There's not much to it. [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/LestatConcert2real.jpg[/IMG] Stuart Townsend. Either as Lestat or Dorian, I could eat him up. (His French accent could use some work, though). Ah, that pun was unintentional, seriously. And even though they're not actors... [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/prettydavey.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v630/ShikyoKasu/Jade2.jpg[/IMG] Oh. My. Gawd. Davey Havok and Jade Puget are the most beautiful men alive. Not only are they the best eyecandy ever, AFI is also my absolute most favorite band of all time.[/CENTER] [/FONT]

[FONT=Arial]I was finally able to begin the story I was dying to write. It doesn't have chapters at the moment, but I've been working on it for about two hours and I'm eager to post it. It's not exactly horror, but it's definitely dark. I really don't want to give anything away, but...[spoiler]it involves vampires.[/spoiler] [B][CENTER]ENDLESSLY[/CENTER][/B] [I]No matter how hard you look, you won?t be able to find it.[/I] Wolf was standing on the crumbling edge of a cliff, looking over a long drop with a violent river splashing at the very bottom. The sky was pitch black, with no stars or moon to penetrate the darkness. He was shivering with cold, despite his long black jeans, tight grey jacket, and soft black scarf. The cold was infecting his blood and bones. ?What am I looking for?? he asked. There was no one around him. He wasn?t sure if he had actually heard the voice to begin with, if he had only imagined it. He couldn?t remember how he came to be at the cliff, either. All he knew was that he was indeed looking for something. He didn?t know what. [I]You won?t be able to find it.[/I] Suddenly, the river down below began to glow bright red. Wolf found himself staring at it, strangely indifferent to the phenomenon. His insides began to warm up, and he felt as if his blood had pooled in his feet and rushed upwards to the top of his head. The result was a spinning sensation in his mind, causing his vision to blur and sense to dull. His muscles tensed, and he stumbled backwards a bit. His heart began to beat out of rhythm; he was struck with a fear of falling off the cliff. He fell to the ground, landing on his back with his head lifted so it wouldn?t hit the hard rock of the cliff. All he could see was a velvet blackness that stretched in every direction. He waited until the dizziness straightened itself out, closing his eyes and putting a hand to his forehead. The skin was burning hot, as if his brain were on fire. He didn?t feel feverish or sick at all ? only confused. He sat upright with a sharp breath, his eyes scanning the darkness for the edge of the cliff. He couldn?t find it. Carefully, he pulled himself to his feet. Everything had gone black, even the glowing red river at the bottom of the valley. He wondered if this is how the blind felt; desperate and miserable. [I]What are you looking for?[/I] It was the same voice as before. Wolf was sure he heard it this time. He thought about what to say, staring into the million miles of darkness before him. ?I?m looking for the edge of the cliff and the river.? Before he finished his sentence, a plume of fire shot up a few feet before him. The fire generated no heat, only light - but it was fire just the same. The flames had stretched in a straight line, as far as Wolf could see, both to the left and to the right. He knew that he couldn?t possibly still be at the edge of the cliff. The line of fire was the river. Despite the impossibility of everything around him, Wolf felt no emotion towards any of it. He didn?t care that he had somehow teleported to the very bottom of the cliff. He wasn?t shocked that the river had first turned glowing red, and then caught fire with seemingly nothing breathing life into the flames, and no one around to have set it alight. [I]No one.[/I] There was someone. A figure was standing on the other side of the flames, bathed in orange light. [I]No one.[/I] Wolf stared at the man, trying to see his face. He knew who the man was, but there was no way he could be who Wolf thought. It was paradox meant to frustrate, but it was received with the same apathy Wolf felt for the cliff and the river. [I]No one.[/I] The man stretched his hand out, as if he was asking Wolf to join him. ?I can?t,? he tried to say. The words would not come out. He didn?t care. He wanted to meet the man, to prove that he was or wasn?t who he thought. Wolf stepped towards the fire, determined to make it through. If it doesn?t give off any heat, he thought, maybe it?s not real. He came as close the flames as he could be without actually touching them. When he reached them, the man?s face lit up, and Wolf could see every feature: silky black hair that swept over his eyes and reached his gauged earlobes, deathly pale skin, dark lips pulled into a smirk. Eyes as bright and orange as the flames between their owner and Wolf. ?Liszt,? Wolf said. No emotion. He knew it the whole time. ?No one,? the man repeated. Wolf lifted his hand and reached through the flames to touch Liszt?s arm. The fire was cool and felt like wisps of air, licking Wolf?s wrist like the wind in a rainstorm. Liszt frowned, seemingly angry that the flames didn?t burn him. The fire suddenly exploded in every direction, blasting Wolf with a cold gale and sending him backward a few feet. He shut his eyes against the wind and drew his arm up to his face. The silence erupted into the whispers of a thousand invisible children, speaking poetic lines of betrayal, death, love, despair. Wolf knew what the words were, though he couldn?t distinguish one from another. They burrowed into his heart and poisoned it with sorrow. They etched themselves into his mind so he could not forget them. ?No one,? Liszt said. There was finality in his voice. Wolf opened his eyes to see him surrounded by the fire, still reaching out. His face was riddled with fear. Wolf wanted to run to him, to save him from the swirling flames. He couldn?t move his legs. ?Liszt!? he cried, struggling to move any part of his body. He was hopelessly frozen. The flames swept over Liszt, hiding him. Swallowing him whole. They approached Wolf with a malevolent vigor. He knew he was going to be devoured by them? He burst awake, sweating and gasping for air. He found himself in his apartment bedroom, swaddled by thin bed sheets. It was only a dream. He sat up and massaged his temples, trying to calm down. Dreams don?t mean anything. They aren?t real. He pushed his bleached blond hair out of his face and glanced at the clock. 3:04 AM. He sighed; it was too early to get up and call Liszt. It was only a dream. Dreams don?t mean anything. They aren?t real. Still, he had an irrepressible urge to talk to Liszt, to make sure he was okay. Wolf knew that Liszt would be fine. He would yell, ?Why the hell did you wake me up to tell me about a dream?? from the other end of the phone. He would be angry that Wolf called in the middle of the night for such a stupid reason. It was only a dream. Dreams don?t mean? Wolf grabbed his cell phone off the dresser and flipped it open. He thumbed in Liszt?s number, even though it would?ve been faster to access it from the phone?s address book. He pressed the send button and put the phone to his ear. It rang. It rang again. And again. He expected to hear a click, then ?Do you have any idea what time it is?!? It rang again. An automated message played. ?Thank you for calling. EZEKIEL LISZT is not available. Please leave a message after the tone, or try your call again at a later time.? Wolf closed the phone, cutting off the connection, before the recording could finish playing. His stomach was tying itself in a thousand separate knots, each one tight and painful. He began to rationalize silently. Liszt turned his phone off before he went to sleep. He?s done it before. Why can?t I believe that he?s fine? It was only a dream. Dreams don?t mean anything. They aren?t real. Wolf pulled himself out from under the sheets and climbed out of bed. [I]Liszt is fine.[/I] He walked to his closet and pulled the door open, then grabbed the first pair of jeans and shirt he saw. [I]He?s going to be mad at me for bothering him this early.[/I] He got dressed and walked outside his apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind him. [I]I won?t be gone long, I?m just going to go see him, I?ll be right back.[/I] He walked down the hallway, glancing at the empty roads and orange streetlights that dimly lit the sidewalk outside the apartment building. He descended two flights of stairs with a bounce in his step, and broke into a run as soon as he reached the parking lot. Liszt lived in a small house about twenty minutes away from Wolf?s apartment. He had saved up every bit of money he ever found or earned from the time he was fourteen years old ? ten years ago ? just to buy his own home. [I]He has to wake up to go to work in two hours, anyway.[/I] Wolf ran the whole way, fueled by worry induced adrenaline. He kept repeating ?dreams don?t mean anything? in his head. Each repetition gave him a small energy boost. The mantra did nothing to calm his mind. He became even more concerned when he found the door to Liszt?s house standing wide open. It was only a dream. Dreams aren?t real. They don?t mean anything. He disregarded his fear that an intruder might be inside and stepped over the threshold. He reached into his pocket and realized he left his phone in his apartment. He wouldn?t be able to get help if it was needed. [I]Damn it.[/I] The house was dark and still. Nothing seemed out of place, as far as Wolf could tell. He squinted at the rugged couch in the corner by the window and saw Liszt?s guitar leaning against it. Some books were thrown across the coffee table. Everything was in order as far as order went with Liszt. The bedroom door was open. He peeked inside, his heart pounding as if someone was drumming an urgent alarm with it. He could see the red glow of Liszt?s clock; 3:36 AM. The bathroom door was open as well. Liszt was not in his bed. It was only a dream. Dreams don?t mean anything. They aren?t real. It was only a dream. Dreams don?t mean anything. They aren?t real. They aren?t real. They aren?t real? He cautiously moved into the room, trembling and scanning every nook and cranny for anyone. Liszt definitely wasn?t there. Still repeating his mantra, he slowly walked into the bathroom. Fear instantly tickled his spine and made his heart beat so fast that it began to ache. There was a faint smell in the air; Wolf couldn?t determine what it was. He stayed in the doorway and groped along the wall for the light switch. When he found it, he was reluctant to flick it on. He was afraid of what he would find. No matter what it was ? even if it was nothing at all ? it would be horrible. He flipped the switch. A folded note on the counter. A razor blade. Something red on the floor. In the sink. Mingling with the water in the toilet. Dripping down the side of the bathtub. Pools of blood. [I]Everywhere.[/I] His stomach lurched aggressively, and his whole body tensed and shook. He swallowed as much air as he could and backed out of the bathroom. Tears stung his exhausted blue eyes. This can?t be happening. This isn?t true. I?m still asleep. This is a dream. He knew it wasn?t a dream anymore. It was made obvious when he fell to his knees and was stricken with debilitating dry heaves. He doubled over in pain, wishing he had something to vomit so the gagging would stop. He laid on the floor until his stomach finally calmed down, and he began breathing normally again. Shaking uncontrollably, he gingerly pushed himself to his feet. The blood was still there. He couldn?t ignore it. Without moving his feet, he grabbed the side of the doorway and leaned over the puddles on the floor. He reached for the note. The suicide note. That thought sent the tears streaming down his face. He grasped it and saw that it had eraser sized blood drops on it. Stuffing the note into his pocket, he took one last look at the surreal, horrible scene. He found it hard to move again. He watched the blood dipping into the grout and the cracks in the tile. It was too much for his system to bear. When he felt his stomach tighten with aspirations of having a violent seizure, he turned around and ran out of the house faster than he had ever been able to run before. Once outside, dizziness took over. He couldn?t stop moving his legs, and they sent him flying to the ground. He didn?t feel the collision. He became rooted to the cement of the sidewalk, sobbing hysterically. He couldn?t breathe. He wept until his body shut down from the shock, misery, and horror. He had no dream this time ? reality was nightmarish enough. He finally knew what he was looking for. It was Liszt. Liszt was dead. Dreams don?t mean anything. [i]What a lie that was.[/i] [center]-----------[/CENTER] There's more to it, of course, but this is a nice place to stop for now. Please enjoy. =D[/FONT]