

Days TravelerDays TravelerDays Traveler
On fields made of dust, tread feet made of clay On windy shores and sunken deserts, marching on and on No thoughts, no love, no sound Streetlights hang from garden posts, nevermore, nevermore in the rain I am a stranger in a strange land, yet I know not my way Though the map on my hand marks the map in my heart, But nightfall, I may depart.
By the third night, I suffered. My boots worn to the soles, and my soul to the night. Washed out, worn down, hands cut and bloody Should I fall prey to winters bite? Find solace in the grinning eyes of


Jacob SaysJacob Says -David SchneiderJacob Says
Well I met him in the summer of ‘02 While my life was getting kinda blue He was sitting on the wrong side of the tracks Well I walked up, introduced my self And he said “maybe its better for your health if you just stay away”
And I, just wanted to hear what he had said And I, only caught it in little bits and pieces And while the colder ones sat on the ground And that close knit circle would gather round I listening with my heart and soul and head I just wanted to hear the words that Jacob said.
And I guess I was dum


Familiar part 1“Familiar” -David SchneiderFamiliar part 1
Max looked up, and the black cat stared back at him through the window. Max shook his head, sighed and returned to his writing. He continued for a few minutes before being heckled by the faint peripheral recognition that he was still being watched. So he looked up again and Max saw not only the same black cat, but several other cats of varying coats and colors staring at him intently. Max ran a hand through his graying brown hair, removed his glasses, wiped them clean, and after replacing them, sighed. “I’m getting too old for this” he thought aloud. The cats meowed in chorus as if to agree. &nbs
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This is mi-ku, i moved .
So i would be very happy if you'll re-add me n_n
The Doctor vs. The Master [link]
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The Master: Doctor.
The Doctor: Master.
The Master: I like it when you use my name.
The Doctor: You chose it. Psychiatrist's field day.
The Master: As you chose yours. The man who makes people better, how sanctimonious is that?
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Jo men visst.
Ät gräs. :- D
o.o
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"Why" isn't always a question.
Sometimes it's an answer.
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Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid.
Currently accepting commissions.
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I'm not evil I'm mis...wait...no...no, I'm evil.
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Rhoni
Ferrets are God's way of proving that NOTHING is childproof!
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