Corey

The way that I remeber my dreams is to keep a notepad on the side of my bed. Everytime I wake up I jot down whatever I can remeber. Sometimes my handwriting is too illegible for even me to read, but it helps me remeber my dreams. Maybe I'll take them to get checked out. But then I would be afraid of what the doc would tell me. He would probably have me commited.

I only write when I'm angry or depressed. I haven't been either of those lately. I wrote those poems about five months ago. Thankyou for the compliment.

1) Still being unable to tell if Kuja is a girl or a guy.... 2) Beating Earthbound for the...wait I haven't beat it yet. DAMMIT! 3) Realizing I hated FF VIII. 4) (I'm not sure if this is appropriate but) When I bought my PS2. 5) When I beat the original Zelda. 6) Chrono Trigger, when I was judged innocent... And still imprisoned. 7) Realizing that Black Mages would be in FF IX. YAY! 8) When Otacon urinated on himself in MGS. hehe... 9) When I found a good tetris clone, and conqured it! 10) When I realized that the 150 I paid for my Dreamcast could have been used to pay for a PS2...

That's the most beautiful thing I have seen all day... Thank God I bought a PS2 and not a X-BOX.

[b]????-[/b] "You are partially correct. It could have been either, or neither. I never said that the wind was strong. And the plant as strong enough to support the flower in the first place. Your mind has shown incredible insight and a weath of knowlege. You have completed your challenge." A door materialized on the far end of the room. "I would wait for a while before entering though. You friends are yet to complete their challenges."

I used one of their Tutorials to do my wallpaper. :p

I'm not sure if I have posted any of these before. [b]Floating[/b] I'm floating above, Everything in sight. I'm flying upward, In the calm winter night. Images flash, Before my eyes. Are they someones life? I can only surmise. The images are horrible, Scary and sad. Red stains form, under a head. An envelope lays, In a hand. The blue hand clutched, Apparently dead. The body jerks, And twitches with death. Preparing to leave, For eternal rest. The images, They come faster now. I understand, what they are trying to tell. The rent, The man was leaving to pay. He sliped and fell, On an icy walkway. He hit his head on the pavement, As he fell. Blood seeped, His brain swelled. He died of bloodloss, On the street. His body froze, His blood no longer leaked. "Why did I see, This mans horrible death?" A horrible thoght, Gripped my chest. I reached back, To feel my head. Expecting to find hair, I find blood instead. The tips of my fingers, Are a deep, deep red. I have finnaly realized, I'm dead. [b]Wanderer[/b] When I let my mind wander, I leave this place. I leave my race. I travel to space. I don't get angry, I can't get sad. I'm always happy, And always glad. The blackness of space, Sooths my soul. I lean back, And take in the show. Stars revolve, Around my arms. Planets rotate, Around the starts Galaxies move, Across my skin. They penetrait deep, Deep down within. They touch my soul, And ease my pain. They destroy my malice, And keep me sane. I drift back down, To this earth and the world. And wait for another, Thousand problems to uncurl. Wandering is my scapegoat, My help and my savior. I will return, Sooner or later. [b]In My Mind[/b] Why must I sit here, Huddled in fear. I feel pain but alas, I cannot shed a tear. The means of control, I yearn to find. I am a prisoner, Inside of my mind. I want to move, I want to talk. I want to find, The power to walk. I am a prisoner, Inside of my mind. I will be now, And for all time. So what do you think?

Ahhhh... Here it is. [url]http://www.stridingstudio.com[/url] I'm never sorting through a cache again.... Last time I visited this page was in February...

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by anime_gurl [/i] [B]We would just sit there as Jean ranted about how I was going to turn into a goth because I shopped at Hot Topic... [/B][/QUOTE] Finnaly! Someone else that has heard of Hot Topic besides me! I love [i]you[/i] anime_gurl!

See this is why I hate having no cable or sattelite T.V.... I'm going to go sulk now... Unless Flash can reccomend a good streaming video site?

For a paint program? 7/10 Let me reccomend a background site for you. [url]http://www.abcgiant.com/[/url] All you have to do is copy the image and paste it before you put on the images of Leggy.

Name - Julian Glen Age - 21 Equipment - Bill, leather gauntlets, ruby circlet, 1 pound of belladona Appearance - About 6'2" tall, medium build, shoulder length blode streaked brown hair, usually wears a suit type garment made of green velvet. Bio - He was born into a family of 'heretics'. From a very young age he was taught magic, and excelled in it. His knowlee of herblore was sloppy, so he was forced to carry a lot to make up for mistakes. When he was about seven his parents were slaughtered by the Church. He was taken to an institution to be brainwashed. Being a heretic, and being warned about these 'sessions', he rebelled and was eventually put in prision. During the thirteen years of his imprisonment he developed his powers drastically. Soon he would break free. Soon he would defeat the Church. Soon...

I really need to get a better graphics program. Anyway it's very cool. I think I'll put it as my desktop. 9/10

Hmmm... Obviously everyone can see it except me. EDIT- I looked up the url in the pages source. It looks pretty cool. The quote is nice. I like it. 8.5/10

It does look cool but it isn't the real Buster Sword, as everyone has already said. Also the materia holes would have to be way bigger.

To Phantom, 'freaky' is derived from the baseword 'freak' meaning caprice or monstrosity. I'm currently sorting through my internet cache to find the site. Give me a day or so please.

Make sure you have the url right. Nothing is there except a broken image sign.

This pertains to the 'What you would love them to say' portion of this thread. Mist- "I give you control of my iron rod. Use it well."

Morbid? Yes. Beautiful? Definitly. That was a wonderful poem. Like VR said it envokes a feeling of helplessness. I also found a sence of mourning in the context of those words. [b]9/10[/b] Very good.

It's Transistic, isn't it?

As much as I hate to repeat things as well: Don't do it just to piss off your mom. if you do and then discover that you rally don't like being Wiccan then you may find yourself in one big mistake. I was baptised Christian. As I was growing up my family never enforced anything on me. We never went to church, we didn't have a cross in our house, I was never forced to read the bible. It was just there that I was Christian. Now I'm a sophmore in Highschool. During my freshman year, much like Piro, I ran into problems and started questioning my religion seriously. I didn't ask to be Christian, I was just Christian. Now I'm almost 16 and consider myself void of religion. Since I'm not leagaly able to 'drop' Christianity, I will bear with it untill I'm 18. It's not that I hate Christianity it's that organized religion just doesn't make sence to me.

Agreed...

I moved within the city that I live in about seven years ago. I think that that is what lead me to lose on of the best friends I ever had. I used to live about three houses away from him and now I live about five miles. We used to get together a lot but just fell out of it. I have'nt seen him in his house for about a year now. I feel for you Zidane.

Bahamut stepped out of the portal in a controlled rage. He was eternally angry at me for beating him in my mind and sending the fellowship to Mordor. Shortly after he had regained control of my body he opened a portal to his domain. When he stepped out the first thing I had noticed was that there was snow. It was cold as well. He truged up the path leading to Mt. Doom complaining silently of magical barriers that never went down. It seemed that Sauron had created a barrier here making it impossible for anyone to transport in. He got to the gate and leaped over it, leaving it closed. When he got to the crater he looked down to the bottom. It was solid. All of the lava was solid stone. He jumped down and felt the surface. It wasn't even vaugly warm. An annoyed smile crept across my lips. [b]Bahamut-[/b] [font=arial]"I leave this place for no more than a day and HE FREEZES IT!"[/font] He screamed and began to tear apart the rock. He slammed his fists down and created a huge fissure. Deep below it he saw a glimmering point of light. He breathed a sigh of relief, and jumped down. The wind rushed by as a creaking sound filled the air. He snapped up my head and saw the crack sealing itself. My body it solid ground after what seemed to be forever. He looked around, letting me take in the sight. We were in a great underground dwelling. The walls seemed to be made of stone, but I quickly realized that it must have been lava at one point. Lava that was held back by a barrier. The only thing in the place was a pillar. It rose about four feet off of the ground. He stepped up to it. I felt a growing fear inside of him. His mental barrier went down. I saw all of his thoughts. I saw all of his doings. I saw all of his memories. One tihng stood above all of the rest. He had remade the ring... He gathered the metal that had been melted in the lava and remade the ring. The only thing was is that he brought something back with it. He brought back the Void. The Void is the source of all evil. It is a black force that cannot be stopped. It feeds on the violent thoughts and the ripped souls of the living. The Void is a bodiless entity that never lives, never dies, it simply exists. [b]Bahamut-[/b] [font=arial]"My... My precious..." He was staring fixatedly on the ring.[/font] [b]Ryan-[/b] 'BAHAMUT! Snap out of it!' He started and looked around confused. 'I said snap out of it!' [b]Bahamut-[/b] [font=arial]"Don't tell me what to do. I was in complete control."[/font] [b]Ryan-[/b] 'My ***. You were about three second away from slipping that thing onto your finger.' He walked into a hidden room. A body was lying there. It was just like a mans body but it was charred and cracked. It looked as if it had been burned and then reanimated. A deep red light pulsed below the cracks. [b]Bahamut-[/b] [font=arial]"It's time for me to return to my body now. You've been a wonderful host but I'm afraid I have to go now."[/font] My body started convusing. Black liquid leaked from all of the openings of my body. It pooled on the floor and traveled up to the black thing on the bed. The oil-like liquid coverd it and sank in. The things chest rose and fell, and then it sat up. I fell to the floor, weak from having the seizure. He picked me up by my hair and thew me against a wall. I fell to the floor, cradling my left arm. He jerked my head to face him, and shoved open my eyelids. [font=arial]"Welcome to hell."[/font] He smiled and drew back his black lips, exposing hundreds of white daggerlike teeth. He picked me up again and hit me in the face. I felt my jaw break, and my left face crumble. Blood suddenly clouded my vision. He contiued beating me untill I was within an inch of unconciousness, then dragged me over to the ring. He picked it up with a shaing hand and shoved it onto my finger. My eyes snapped open as a million different images bombarded my mind. People dead, burned alive. People imapaled in the most horific way possible. People hung, their limbs chopped off. Bodies were strewn everywhere as carelessly as rag dolls. A child stood there looking up to something. I saw a sword raised. I screamed for it to stop. The sword came down, splitting the childs body in half. Blood flew everywhere. Bits of bone littered the ground. The ring was yanked off of my finger and replaced on the pillar. I sat there on the ground blubbering and crying. Bahamut laughed. [b]Bahamut-[/b] [font=arial]"Now you will pose no more threat to me. Your mind is destroyed, thanks to The Void."[/font] He waved his hand and I dissapeared. I reappeared down right outside of the gates.

[b]Ryan-[/b] "Well I can look at his question a number of different ways. Looking at it like a riddle, which I know it is, it could be either answer. The wind caused the flower to fall off of the plant therefor it is the winds fault. Or the plant is the answer because it was too weak to support the flower in the first place. Looking at the problem mathamatically is completely different. Let's give the plant a strength factor of 5 and the wind a strength factor of 10. Since you imply that the plant is weak then the problem could go like this: 10w>5p That would state that the wind strength is greater than the durability of the plant there for making the wind the answer. You could look at the equation a different way, though. With the plant being the weaker factor, it would break easier making the plant the answer. I got the idea that maybe there is no answer to this riddle. Maybe this is one of the many questions in life that is not meant to be answered. Like: What came first, the chicken or the egg? It might be one of those questions that has no methodical answer." I dropped my head. "Is it the wind?"