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Name: Definitely NOT Amanda Birthday: 11/3/1988 Gender: Female
Interests: Music, Easy Mac, Kissing, Symmetry, Poking road kill, Getting mad, Hickeys, Cartoons, Mt. Dew, Thunderstorms, Lava lamps, Talking, Piercings, Pot, Beer, Crayons, Alcohol in general, Schex, Blood, Babies, Coffee, Fire, Cuddling, Cutting school, Cocaine, Strobe lights, Driving, Pretty colours, Oceans, Reality Vacations, Critiquing Porn, New stuff, Cake, Being alone, Not being alone, Dark places, Woods, Night, Black lights, Biting, Hallucinations
Expertise: Pretending not to care.
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Member Since:
12/16/2004
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Vincent
Vincent Malloy is seven years old, he's always polite and does what he's told. For a boy his age he's considerate and nice, but he wants to be just like Vincent Price.
He doesn't mind living with his sister dog and cats, though he would rather share a home with spiders and bats, there he could reflect on the horrors he has invented, and wonder dark hallways alone and tormented.
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him, but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum. he likes to experiment on his dog Ebocrombi, in the hops of creating a horrible zombie. So he and his horrible zombie dog, could go searching for victims in the London fog.
His thoughts though aren't only of goulish crime, he likes to paint and read to pass some of the time, While other kids read books like "Go Jane go", Vincent's favorite author is, Edgar Allen Poe.
One night while reading a gruesome tale, he read a passage that made him turn pale, such horrible news he could not survive, for his beautiful wife had been buried alive.
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead, unaware that her grave was his mother's flower bed. his mother send Vincent off to his room, he knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom. Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life, alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.
While alone and insane incased in his doom, Vincent's mother burst suddenly into the room. She said "If you want to, you can go out and play, It's sunny outside and beautiful day."
Vincent tried to talk but he just couldn't speak, the years of isolation had made him quite weak. So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen; "I'm possessed by this house and can never live it again."
His mother said: "You are not possessed and you are not almost dead, these games that you play are all in your head, you are not Vincent Price you're Vincent Malloy, you're not tormented or insane you're just a young boy, you're seven years old and you are my son, I want you to get outside and have some real fun."
Her anger now spent she walked out through the hall, while Vincent back slowly against the wall.. The room started to sway to shiver in crick, his horrored insanity had reached it's peak.
He saw Ebocrombi his zombie slave, and heard his wife call form beyond the grave; She spoke from her coffin and made goulish demands, will through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams, swept his mad laughter to terrified screams. To escape the badness he reached for door, but fell limp and lifeless down, on the floor.
His voice was soft and very slow, as he quoted the "raven" from Edgar Allan Poe; "and my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, shall be lifted, nevermore."

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Oh right. So. I guess there's not alot to say. I...
(+) Already skipped school.
(+) Started fall season.
(+) Have no real classes.
(+) Am happy-suicidal.
fin.

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Make it seem like you're in trouble Make a sound, Fake it enough. What made you so scared? Maybe you're mistaken for someone who cares
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First day of school today.
All I have to say is gay.
Motherfucker.
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Saturday-Torie and I found ourselves home alone for a few hours. We decided to take advantage of this oppurtunity, and take out my dad's car ^_^. We picked up Lauren and headed out to Felicia's. Giggling amoungst the workers. They recognized me. x_X. Once we had our coffee, we sat at our usual table and enjoyed. Afterwards, Lauren and I dropped Torie off at Michaella's house, and we headed back to my house for nonsense and story-telling. Lauren and I made cake (<3) and then went night swimming. Afterwards, we watched some movies and then headed to bed early. But there wasn't much sleeping o_O.
Sunday-Lauren, Torie and I headed to the Flea Market in order to purchase some bowls. We made friends with the people who worked there, and recieved an adoption paper for our two new bowls. Lauren and I decided to name them Ikkabodd and Rodknee.
Once we were finished being horassed by fat men who wanted to know where I got my belt buckle, we left for Dunkin Donuts for free coffee from Dave ^_^. Then a quick stop at Walgreens for hair dye and the likes. Back home to dye Lauren's hair, then she was off.
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