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Excerpt from a local Newspaper:
OMINOUS UNKNOWN KILLER IS STILL AT LARGE.

After weeks of unexplained murders, the ominous unknown killer is still on the rise. After little evidence has been found, a young boy states that he survived one of the killer's attacks and bravely tells his story.

"I had a bad dream and I woke up in the middle of the night," says the boy, "I saw that for some reason the window was open, even though I remember it being closed before I went to bed. I got up and shut it once more. Afterwards, I simply crawled under my covers and tried to get back to sleep. That's when I had a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. I looked up, and nearly jumped out of my bed. There, in the little ray of light, illuminating from between my curtains, were a pair of two eyes. These weren't regular eyes; they were dark, ominous eyes. They were bordered in black and... just plain out terrified me. That's when I saw his mouth. A long, horrendous smile that made every hair on my body stand up. The figure stood there, watching me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he said it. A simple phrase, but said in a way only a mad man could speak.

"He said, 'Go To Sleep.' I let out a scream, that's what sent him at me. He pulled up a knife; aiming at my heart. He jumped on top of my bed. I fought him back; I kicked, I punched, I rolled around, trying to knock him off me. That's when my dad busted in. The man threw the knife, it went into my dad's shoulder. The man probably would've finished him off, if one of the neighbors hadn't alerted the police.

"They drove into the parking lot, and ran towards the door. The man turned and ran down the hallway. I heard a smash, like glass breaking. As I came out of my room, I saw the window that was pointing towards the back of my house was broken. I looked out it to see him vanish into the distance. I can tell you one thing, I will never forget that face. Those cold, evil eyes, and that psychotic smile. They will never leave my head."

Police are still on the look for this man. If you see anyone that fits the description in this story, please contact your local police department.


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Jeff and his family had just moved into a new neighborhood. His dad had gotten a promotion at work, and they thought it would be best to live in one of those "fancy" neighborhoods. Jeff and his brother Liu couldn't complain though. A new, better house. What was not to love? As they were getting unpacked, one of their neighbors came by.

"Hello," she said, "I'm Barbara; I live across the street from you. Well, I just wanted to introduce my self and to introduce my son." She turns around and calls her son over. "Billy, these are our new neighbors." Billy said hi and ran back to play in his yard. "Well," said Jeff's mom, "I'm Margaret, and this is my husband Peter, and my two sons, Jeff and Liu." They each introduced themselves, and then Barbara invited them to her son's birthday. Jeff and his brother were about to object, when their mother said that they would love to. When Jeff and his family are done packing, Jeff went up to his mom.

"Mom, why would you invite us to some kid's party? If you haven't noticed, I'm not some dumb kid."

"Jeff," said his mother, "We just moved here; we should show that we want to spend time with our neighbors. Now, we're going to that party, and that's final." Jeff started to talk, but stopped himself, knowing that he couldn't do anything. Whenever his mom said something, it was final. He walked up to his room and plopped down on his bed. He sat there looking at his ceiling when suddenly, he got a weird feeling. Not so much a pain, but... a weird feeling. He dismissed it as just some random feeling. He heard his mother call him down to get his stuff, and he walked down to get it.

The next day, Jeff walked down stairs to get breakfast and got ready for school. As he sat there, eating his breakfast, he once again got that feeling. This time it was stronger. It gave him a slight tugging pain, but he once again dismissed it. As he and Liu finished breakfast, they walked down to the bus stop. They sat there waiting for the bus, and then, all of a sudden, some kid on a skateboard jumped over them, only inches above their laps. They both jumped back in surprise. "Hey, what the hell?"

The kid landed and turned back to them. He kicked his skate board up and caught it with his hands. The kid seems to be about twelve; one year younger than Jeff. He wears a Aeropostale shirt and ripped blue jeans.

"Well, well, well. It looks like we got some new meat." Suddenly, two other kids appeared. One was super skinny and the other was huge. "Well, since you're new here, I'd like to introduce ourselves, over there is Keith." Jeff and Liu looked over to the skinny kid. He had a dopey face that you would expect a sidekick to have. "And he's Troy." They looked over at the fat kid. Talk about a tub of lard. This kid looked like he hadn't exercised since he was crawling.

"And I," said the first kid, "am Randy. Now, for all the kids in this neighborhood there is a small price for bus fare, if you catch my drift." Liu stood up, ready to punch the lights out of the kid's eyes when one of his friends pulled a knife on him. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, I had hoped you would be more cooperative, but it seems we must do this the hard way." The kid walked up to Liu and took his wallet out of his pocket. Jeff got that feeling again. Now, it was truly strong; a burning sensation. He stood up, but Liu gestured him to sit down. Jeff ignored him and walked up to the kid.

"Listen here you little punk, give back my bro's wallet or else." Randy put the wallet in his pocket and pulled out his own knife.

"Oh? And what will you do?" Just as he finished the sentence, Jeff popped the kid in the nose. As Randy reached for his face, Jeff grabbed the kid's wrist and broke it. Randy screamed and Jeff grabbed the knife from his hand. Troy and Keith rushed Jeff, but Jeff was too quick. He threw Randy to the ground. Keith lashed out at him, but Jeff ducked and stabbed him in the arm. Keith dropped his knife and fell to the ground screaming. Troy rushd him too, but Jeff didn't even need the knife. He just punched Troy straight in the stomach and Troy went down. As he fell, he puked all over. Liu could do nothing but look in amazement at Jeff.

"Jeff how'd you?" that was all he said. They saw the bus coming and knew they'd be blamed for the whole thing. So they started running as fast as they could. As they ran, they looked back and saw the bus driver rushing over to Randy and the others. As Jeff and Liu made it to school, they didn't dare tell what happened. All they did was sit and listen. Liu just thought of that as his brother beating up a few kids, but Jeff knew it was more. It was something, scary. As he got that feeling he felt how powerful it was, the urge to just, hurt someone. He didn't like how it sounded, but he couldn't help feeling happy. He felt that strange feeling go away, and stay away for the entire day of school. Even as he walked home due to the whole thing near the bus stop, and how now he probably wouldn't be taking the bus anymore, he felt happy. When he got home his parents asked him how his day was, and he said, in a somewhat ominous voice, "It was a wonderful day." Next morning, he heard a knock at his front door. He walked down to find two police officers at the door, his mother looking back at him with an angry look.

"Jeff, these officers tell me that you attacked three kids. That it wasn't regular fighting, and that they were stabbed. Stabbed, son!" Jeff's gaze fell to the floor, showing his mother that it was true.

"Mom, they were the ones who pulled the knives on me and Liu."

"Son," said one of the cops," We found three kids, two stabbed, one having a bruise on his stomach, and we have witnesses proving that you fled the scene. Now, what does that tell us?" Jeff knew it was no use. He could say him and Liu had been attacked, but then there was no proof it was not them who attacked first. They couldn't say that they weren't fleeing, because truth be told they were. So Jeff couldn't defend himself or Liu.

"Son, call down your brother." Jeff couldn't do it, since it was him who beat up all the kids.

"Sir, it...it was me. I was the one who beat up the kids. Liu tried to hold me back, but he couldn't stop me." The cop looked at his partner and they both nod.

"Well kid, looks like a year in Juvy..."

"Wait!" says Liu. They all looked up to see him holding a knife. The officers pulled their guns and locked them on Liu.

"It was me, I beat up those little punks. Have the marks to prove it." He lifted up his sleeves to reveal cuts and bruises, as if he was in a struggle.

"Son, just put the knife down," said the officer. Liu held up the knife and dropped it to the ground. He put his hands up and walked over to the cops.

"No Liu, it was me! I did it!" Jeff had tears running down his face.

"Huh, poor bro. Trying to take the blame for what I did. Well, take me away." The police led Liu out to the patrol car.

"Liu, tell them it was me! Tell them! I was the one who beat up those kids!" Jeff's mother put her hands on his shoulders.

"Jeff please, you don't have to lie. We know it's Liu, you can stop." Jeff watched helplessly as the cop car speeds off with Liu inside. A few minutes later Jeff's dad pulled into the driveway, seeing Jeff's face and knowing something was wrong.

"Son, son what is it?" Jeff couldn't answer. His vocal cords were strained from crying. Instead, Jeff's mother walked his father inside to break the bad news to him as Jeff wept in the driveway. After an hour or so Jeff walked back in to the house, seeing that his parents were both shocked, sad, and disappointed. He couldn't look at them. He couldn't see how they thought of Liu when it was his fault. He just went to sleep, trying to get the whole thing off his mind. Two days went by, with no word from Liu at JDC. No friends to hang out with. Nothing but sadness and guilt. That is until Saturday, when Jeff is woke up by his mother, with a happy, sunshiny face.

"Jeff, it's the day." she said as she opened up the curtains and let light flood into his room.

"What, what's today?" asked Jeff as he stirs awake.

"Why, it's Billy's party." He was now fully awake.

"Mom, you're joking, right? You don't expect me to go to some kid's party after..." There was a long pause.

"Jeff, we both know what happened. I think this party could be the thing that brightens up the past days. Now, get dressed." Jeff's mother walked out of the room and downstairs to get ready herself. He fought himself to get up. He picked out a random shirt and pair of jeans and walked down stairs. He saw his mother and father all dressed up; his mother in a dress and his father in a suit. He thought, why they would ever wear such fancy clothes to a kid's party?

"Son, is that all your going to wear?" said Jeff's mom.

"Better than wearing too much." he said. His mother pushed down the feeling to yell at him and hid it with a smile.

"Now Jeff, we may be over-dressed, but this is how you go if you want to make an impression." said his father. Jeff grunted and went back up to his room.

"I don't have any fancy clothes!" he yelled down stairs.

"Just pick out something." called his mother. He looked around in his closet for what he would call fancy. He found a pair of black dress pants he had for special occasions and an undershirt. He couldn't find a shirt to go with it though. He looked around, and found only striped and patterned shirts. None of which go with dress pants. Finally he found a white hoodie and put it on.

"You're wearing that?" they both said. His mother looked at her watch. "Oh, no time to change. Let's just go." She said as she herded Jeff and his father out the door. They crossed the street over to Barbara and Billy's house. They knocked on the door and it appeared that Barbara, just like his parents, was way over-dressed. As they walked inside all Jeff could see were adults, no kids.

"The kids are out in the yard. Jeff, how about you go and meet some of them?" said Barbara.

Jeff walked outside to a yard full of kids. They were running around in weird cowboy costumes and shooting each other with plastic guns. He might as well be standing in a Toys R Us. Suddenly a kid came up to him and handed him a toy gun and hat.

"Hey. Wanna pway?" he said.

"Ah, no kid. I'm way too old for this stuff." The kid looked at him with that weird puppydog face.

"Pwease?" said the kid. "Fine," said Jeff. He put on the hat and started to pretend shoot at the kids. At first he thought it was totally ridiculous, but then he started to actually have fun. It might not have been super cool, but it was the first time he had done something that took his mind off of Liu. So he played with the kids for a while, until he heard a noise. A weird rolling noise. Then it hit him. Randy, Troy, and Keith all jumped over the fence on their skateboards. Jeff dropped the fake gun and ripped off the hat. Randy looked at Jeff with a burning hatred.

"Hello, Jeff, is it?" he said. "We have some unfinished business." Jeff saw his bruised nose. "I think we're even. I beat the crap out of you, and you get my brother sent to JDC."

Randy got an angry look in his eyes. "Oh no, I don't go for even, I go for winning. You may have kicked our asses that one day, but not today." As he said that Randy rushed at Jeff. They both fell to the ground. Randy punched Jeff in the nose, and Jeff grabbed him by the ears and head butted him. Jeff pushed Randy off of him and both rose to their feet. Kids were screaming and parents were running out of the house. Troy and Keith both pulled guns out of their pockets.

"No one interrupts or guts will fly!" they said. Randy pulled a knife on Jeff and stabbed it into his shoulder.

Jeff screamed and fell to his knees. Randy started kicking him in the face. After three kicks Jeff grabs his foot and twists it, causing Randy to fall to the ground. Jeff stood up and walked towards the back door. Troy grabbed him.

"Need some help?" He picks Jeff up by the back of the collar and throws him through the patio door. As Jeff tries to stand he is kicked down to the ground. Randy repeatedly starts kicking Jeff, until he starts to cough up blood.

"Come on Jeff, fight me!" He picks Jeff up and throws him into the kitchen. Randy sees a bottle of vodka on the counter and smashes the glass over Jeff's head.

"Fight!" He throws Jeff back into the living room.

"Come on Jeff, look at me!" Jeff glances up, his face riddled with blood. "I was the one who got your brother sent to JDC! And now you're just gonna sit here and let him rot in there for a whole year! You should be ashamed!" Jeff starts to get up.

"Oh, finally! you stand and fight!" Jeff is now to his feet, blood and vodka on his face. Once again he gets that strange feeling, the one which he hasn't felt for a while. "Finally. He's up!" says Randy as he runs at Jeff. That's when it happens. Something inside Jeff snaps. His psyche is destroyed, all rational thinking is gone, all he can do, is kill. He grabs Randy and pile drives him to the ground. He gets on top of him and punches him straight in the heart. The punch causes Randy's heart to stop. As Randy gasps for breath. Jeff hammers down on him. Punch after punch, blood gushes from Randy's body, until he takes one final breath, and dies.

Everyone is looking at Jeff now. The parents, the crying kids, even Troy and Keith. Although they easily break from their gaze and point their guns at Jeff. Jeff see's the guns trained on him and runs for the stairs. As he runs Troy and Keith let out fire on him, each shot missing. Jeff runs up the stairs. He hears Troy and Keith follow up behind. As they let out their final rounds of bullets Jeff ducks into the bathroom. He grabs the towel rack and rips it off the wall. Troy and Keith race in, knives ready.

Troy swings his knife at Jeff, who backs away and bangs the towel rack into Troy's face. Troy goes down hard and now all that's left is Keith. He is more agile than Troy though, and ducks when Jeff swings the towel rack. He dropped the knife and grabbed Jeff by the neck. He pushed him into the wall. A thing of bleach fell down on top of him from the top shelf. It burnt both of them and they both started to scream. Jeff wiped his eyes as best as he could. He pulled back the towel rack and swung it straight into Keith's head. As he lay there, bleeding to death, he let out an ominous smile.

"What's so funny?" asked Jeff. Keith pulled out a lighter and switched it on. "What's funny," he said, "Is that you're covered in bleach and alcohol." Jeff's eyes widened as Keith threw the lighter at him. As soon as the flame made contact with him, the flames ignited the alcohol in the vodka. While the alcohol burned him, the bleach bleached his skin. Jeff let out a terrible screech as he caught on fire. He tried to roll out the fire but it was no use, the alcohol had made him a walking inferno. He ran down the hall, and fell down the stairs. Everybody started screaming as they saw Jeff, now a man on fire, drop to the ground, nearly dead. The last thing Jeff saw was his mother and the other parents trying to extinguish the flame. That's when he passed out.

When Jeff woke he had a cast wrapped around his face. He couldn't see anything, but he felt a cast on his shoulder, and stitches all over his body. He tried to stand up, but he realized that there was some tube in his arm, and when he tried to get up it fell out, and a nurse rushed in.

"I don't think you can get out of bed just yet." she said as she put him back in his bed and re-inserted the tube. Jeff sat there, with no vision, no idea of what his surroundings were. Finally, after hours, he heard his mother.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asked. Jeff couldn't answer though, his face was covered, and he was unable to speak. "Oh honey, I have great news. After all the witnesses told the police that Randy confessed of trying to attack you, they decided to let Liu go." This made Jeff almost bolt up, stopping halfway, remembering the tube coming out of his arm. "He'll be out by tomorrow, and then you two will be able to be together again."

Jeff's mother hugs Jeff and says her goodbyes. The next couple of weeks were those where Jeff was visited by his family. Then came the day where his bandages were to be removed. His family were all there to see it, what he would look like. As the doctors unwrapped the bandages from Jeff's face everyone was on the edge of their seats. They waited until the last bandage holding the cover over his face was almost removed.

"Let's hope for the best," said the doctor. He quickly pulls the cloth; letting the rest fall from Jeff's face.

Jeff's mother screams at the sight of his face. Liu and Jeff's dad stare awe-struck at his face.

"What? What happened to my face?" Jeff said. He rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw the cause of the distress. His face. It...it's horrible. His lips were burnt to a deep shade of red. His face was turned into a pure white color, and his hair singed from brown to black. He slowly put his hand to his face. It had a sort of leathery feel to it now. He looked back at his family then back at the mirror.

"Jeff," said Liu, "It's not that bad...."

"Not that bad?" said Jeff," It's perfect!" His family were equally surprised. Jeff started laughing uncontrollably. His parents noticed that his left eye and hand were twitching.

"Uh... Jeff, are you okay?"

"Okay? I've never felt more happy! Ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaa, look at me. This face goes perfectly with me!" He couldn't stop laughing. He stroked his face feeling it. Looking at it in the mirror. What caused this? Well, you may recall that when Jeff was fighting Randy something in his mind, his sanity, snapped. Now he was left as a crazy killing machine, that is, his parents didn't know.

"Doctor," said Jeff's mom, "Is my son... alright, you know. In the head?"

"Oh yes, this behavior is typical for patients that have taken very large amounts of pain killers. If his behavior doesn't change in a few weeks, bring him back here, and we'll give him a psychological test."

"Oh thank you doctor." Jeff's mother went over to Jeff." Jeff, sweety. It's time to go."

Jeff looks away from the mirror, his face still formed into a crazy smile. "Kay mommy, ha ha haaaaaaaaaaaa!" his mother took him by the shoulder and took him to get his clothes.

"This is what came in," said the lady at the desk. Jeff's mom looked down to see the black dress pants and white hoodie her son wore. Now they were clean of blood and now stitched together. Jeff's mother led him to his room and made him put his clothes on. Then they left, not knowing that this was their final day of life.

Later that night, Jeff's mother woke to a sound coming from the bathroom. It sounded as if someone was crying. She slowly walked over to see what it was. When she looked into the bathroom she saw a horrendous sight. Jeff had taken a knife and carved a smile into his cheeks.

"Jeff, what are you doing?" asked his mother.

Jeff looked over to his mother. "I couldn't keep smiling mommy. It hurt after awhile. Now, I can smile forever." Jeff's mother noticed his eyes, ringed in black.

"Jeff, your eyes!" His eyes were seemingly never closing.

"I couldn't see my face. I got tired and my eyes started to close. I burned out the eyelids so I could forever see myself; my new face." Jeff's mother slowly started to back away, seeing that her son was going insane. "What's wrong mommy? Aren't I beautiful?

"Yes son," she said, "Yes you are. L-let me go get daddy, so he can see your face." She ran into the room and shook Jeff's dad from his sleep. "Honey, get the gun we....." She stopped as she saw Jeff in the doorway, holding a knife.

"Mommy, you lied." That's the last thing they hear as Jeff rushes them with the knife, gutting both of them.

His brother Liu woke up, startled by some noise. He didn't hear anything else, so he just shut his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. As he was on the border of slumber, he got the strangest feeling that someone was watching him. He looked up, before Jeff's hand covered his mouth. He slowly raised the knife ready to plunge it into Liu. Liu thrashed here and there trying to escape Jeff's grip.

"Shhhhhhh," Jeff said. "Just go to sleep."


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Britney Spears Vietnamese subtitles What It's Like to Be Me & Lonely [Las Vegas 2002] <From the DVD in the white outfit like Elvis> Live in Las Vegas / The jacket is off for a quick costume change. The gloves are a kinda cold look that they always do on shows. Really liked on the Nikita TV show when she wore those kind of gloves. She had on an Italian suit which is common since many clothes are made there. Skirt and top --maybe no jacket, but the driving gloves or whatever they are. Black gloves a cold look and she was brainwashed and even turned Michael in on that show. The one guy on the show Michael asked him Walter, has he noticed anything different about Nikita? And he acted like he didn't know what Michael was talking about and said - no, same ol Nikita. So she was brainwashed and the other guy had given her drugs and they used subliminal messages in her house a hidden in the modern art and on computers to brainwash her to be a robotic type hitman for the section. It's maybe silly, but we also feel like it's a really cold look / style- the black leather gloves. And obviously we're not the only ones who think that coz it's on there. Or is that another show- we're mixing shows up a bit, but she did have gloves on and must've been brainwashed. The one time she was brainwashed with subliminals and drugs to fall in love with someone to spy on them. She dressed good on that show, but did not wear those gloves because maybe it wasn't her character she was spying on him to be. She was his girlfriend and sort of a mafia personality, but not really like that maybe. So it's raining at night and they are walking in the rain wearing a raincoat and bra under it is all. The video scene set if you look it is dark and lights like it's raining. So a-lot of them wear black gloves. The real DVD on a computer with surround sound and a good sound card would sound a lot better than on a a less expensive computer with one small speaker surely. But it's a good clip who cares. We don't even need to sit around watching it all day. She makes mistakes when dancing by the screen. So she's fighting but if you notice she looks around at one point and it's like here it is- she goes behind the screen and the filmed part is where she looks around like she just went out the door and she's really behind the screen casting a shadow. So it is like she went out and looked around and has her gloves and noone's out there, but she sees her own shadow and gets scared! Very silly and a good martial arts tip. So then the real bad guys show up and she shoots 'em all. Wow So the songs really good though and it is like just where the girls always win over the guys in songs. She's lonely, but that just leaves open possibilities, too and she didn't need him. One review put down the costume at the end with the blue jeans. Worldwide people wear that though and kids can copy it easily. We wouldn't ever wear it on TV probably. They said to take her blue jeans and head back to Louisiana where she's from they've had enough of it. The finale in blue jeans not even colored ones, but it's like blue like water and there's like a lot of rain in that one. Like it's raining really hard. There's even water on the set and they put a lot of light on it. If you're going to film rain the first thing you want to do is put a lot of light on it. So she saw her own shadow and goes to fight her shadow on the next part of this clip. It's filmed ahead of time and she makes mistakes on there. She jumps around like a Mexican jumping bean and she's suppose to be a cold fighter hitman type character or something. Like Nikita on there. It's dark out and green for trees/ grass greenery. So she shuts the door and doesn't want to let a guy back in, but got in from walking, too and locks it. Don't let a guy like those back in coz they look rough in the previous clip they were chasing her seems like on the concert DVD. She shoots them all and seems like bombs go off that were planted then. The angle the pyrotechnics go off is at just off horizontal angle. They are just ahead of the characters so it's like they were planted there along the path and somehow they went off. She must've did it coz it went off when she put her fists up. Locked the door a door like on the Nikita show, too when she got brainwashed like this and told on Michael. It is modern style architecture and common type doors used. There's a door security window - on the show Nikita is looking out it. They have an artful look to them coz of the modern style and you can use it in videos for good pictures. Don't wanna let them in or back in- same difference, no difference. Lock it and stay in maybe there was someone out there who you dn't trust. But at the end she runs out in the rain and goes wild even the top is just like sparkley rhinestones which are the raindrops. So sort of like going out wild/ topless and running in the rain. Sells good on videos - can't find the part just before that on here though and the credits aren' ton there or we didn't find them for that DVD. There's another one that's really mafia like on another DVD that we didn't find on youtube, but looked for it. It's an extra on In The Zone DVD at a bar. They did that song slow again - same finale song and one review at least said it's sounding really dumb sang slowly like that. They added an over-romantic touch to it though which is by far the worst on the other DVd- that night club jazz act. It's got a skit to it and we really wanted to see that one. If you watch mafia movies they say you are a supporter of the mafia, but these aren't that bad. Some of those movies are and they really do mean you are a supporter of the mafia if you watch those. The commercials advertise or you buy tickets and it supports it. Just got to watch them is not that good of a way to be. So she went in and locked it, but the end is he goes out and goes wild in the rain. The part before that they had fans and on a laptop speaker it may not sound so great, but it has the fans and the energy sound to that going and all the lights and laser lights. The sharks it shows like lightening and sharks so she is swimming with the sharks/ hitmen. She's out there with them in that one and it has bombs going off as she runs out coz they put them on the path. She goes out and has fun though. Really, if you go out in rain at night it's going to be cold. It's kinda over-romantic and it was safe to go out apparently, but many would stay in at night like that and not go back out. Out alone at night like that is dangerous so you could just go in and cook and forget allt hat crazy fun stuff. It is acid rain now, too. Just get baking soda and let snow hit it or rain and it turns an acidey orange color. That shows that it is acid rain and the baking soda just absorbed the acid- it's an antacid. Not sure if this is the video, but one shows the guys- that's another video probably. We maybe already posted it on these concert videos already. It's at the start- there's a bridge and she walks under it and the bombs go off along the path or the guys were setting the bombs and they blew up. So the one guy was bombed and maybe more. The part where she walks up to them isn't on the clip maybe. It's a concert DVD and there's clips of it on here. That part may be on the previous part. It is true that some of the choreography is too obvious like reviews said some of the porn type stuff is too much. They prefer to see something that is more family oriented- not embarrassing. She looks around and it's her shadow and fights her own shadow. Fighting her shadow on the 2nd part. The screen goes up and the bad guys come out. They are wearing disguises. But they got shot them she throws her hands up and the bombs go off.
The foodstamps are only $90 a month so there's not any money for extras or anything.
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https://plus.google.com/105354258625676808861 BusiedGem : Introduction post - July 24th, 2016 Hello, and welcome to the Google Plus profile of BusiedGem! On ...
Introduction post - July 24th, 2016

Hello, and welcome to the Google Plus profile of BusiedGem!
On this post, you will find everything you need to know about me.

Short Bio:
I'm a fifteen year-old guy on the internet who heavily specializes in music of all sorts. I'm also somewhat (keyword) decent with programming, but don't ask too much, as you'll quickly exhaust my knowledge. I'm also decent when it comes to roleplaying, but more information can be found below about that. Also, my real name is "Aaron."

I'm friendly, so feel free to talk to me. I don't bite. :3

I also have a successful YouTube channel. On it, I post playable piano and impossible piano pieces, AKA "Black MIDIs" on it, using the piano roll programs "Synthesia" and "Piano From Above". All of it is done by a computer, not actually done by me.
Link: https://youtube.com/c/busiedgem99
Read the about tab on the channel for more information.

What you will find here:
• Here, I'll post just about anything funny I can find, but it'll mostly be reshares. I'll occasionally share something funny on my own, but don't get your hopes up.
• This page will be spam-free. This means no "reshare for this, like for that," "ignore for Justin Bieber" or "repost or you die tonight" kind of garbage.
• Most importantly, I will occasionally post an honest opinion about something, whether it's something small or something big. This will guaranteed include things that you may like, so if you can't handle opinions that oppose you, I would highly recommend NOT following me.
• I also post updates about my YouTube channel (above), and I share every video I upload to it here as well.

Roleplaying:
Yes, I do indeed roleplay. I have one main character, Neuro the Anthrowolf. His information will be listed below, but for extra details, contact me personally. I don't feel like listing everything, or else you'll be reading a book.
Neuro's Info:
Name: "Neuro".
Age: Fifteen.
Birthday: April 18th, 2001.
Clothing: Generally depicted to be wearing dark blue jeans, a black shirt with a purple overshirt no image of him wearing this has been made yet, and black sneakers.
Eye colour: Purple.
Fur colour: Mostly blue with patches of purple around.
I generally do casual roleplays, but I can also do some action/adventure. Replies can either be long and detailed or short and general, depending on how you like it. My normal format is putting actions in asterisks, and everything else is Neuro speaking.

Other facts about me that you may or may not need to know
• My birthday is April 18th.
• I am single, but don't get any ideas.
• I am not an artist, or, not a decent one, anyways.
• I am good at science, astronomy, and math. I'm also somewhat alright with physics.
• I am homeschooled.
• I AM NOT AFRAID TO BE BRUTALLY HONEST.
• I am a Christian.
• I can solve a Rubik's cube, and some other twisty puzzles.
• I am impressed if you actually read all of that.

Anyways, check out my profile, leave a like, follow if you want, and don't run into a brick wall!
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Welcome to this month's Garden Share Collective, hosted by Kyrstie from A Fresh Legacy and Kate from Rosehips and Rhubarb, the theme this month is SEASONAL.
Seasonal ~ Blue Jeans and Dirty Gumboots
Most fruit and vegetables have distinct growing seasons, peas grow best in the cooler weather that winter brings, while others like tomatoes and eggplants like it hot and grow best in summer. There are some vegetables that will grow in more than one season like cabbage,broccoli, spinach, ...
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~SECOND HUMAN~

Name: Ty Andrew White
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Height: 6 ft 3
Looks: Sandy + brown blonde hair, green eyes, up turned nose, grey beanie, tan complexion, bright smile, black striped shirt with up turned collar, blue jeans.
Animal(s): Zip (horse) Brave (puppy)
Sibling(s): Harley Rose White (younger sister)
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https://plus.google.com/104314027310096251044 Rider Medusa : Identity Rider's True Name is Medusa (メドゥーサ, Medūsa), the Gorgon from Greek mythology. Rather than being...
Identity
Rider's True Name is Medusa (メドゥーサ, Medūsa), the Gorgon from Greek mythology. Rather than being a regularHeroic Spirit, she is an existence closer to a Divine Spirit, but her actions have made it better to categorize her as an "anti-hero closer to a monster." With her older sisters Stheno and Euryale, they made up the three Gorgon Sisters who inhabited the Shapeless Isle. She was known as the "woman who dominates", an anti-hero who became as such due to the dark thoughts of humans. Differing from someone likeHassan-i-Sabbah who was a hero who actually existed, she is said to be one of legends born by the gathering of belief.

The legend of Medusa is different than her actual life. She was said to be a half-human, half-god female beast often portrayed with the form of a snake. Originally she was an Earth Goddess(大地の女神, Daichi no Megami). While all originally beautiful women, she and her sisters were hated by Poseidon's wife because of his love for them. Athena, jealous of their beautiful hair, transformed them into demons. Secluding themselves in a lightless temple on the Shapeless Isle, they only attacked humans with a reason. Eventually, as a victim of the gods' unreasonable actions, she was to have her head cut off on their whim. Defeated by Perseus by reflecting her petrification back at her with his mirror-like shield, Pegasus, the son of Poseidon, was said to have sprung from the blood of her headless neck.
Life
Medusa and her sisters were born from the wishes of mankind for ideal idols, the embodiment of the yearning hearts of men. As "perfect goddesses", their "divine essence" was to remain the same from the moment of their creation to their destruction. Medusa was an exception who was a failure from birth, growing older over time. Though they should have all been copies, or even as close as clones, resulting from the deification of the same phenomenon, a mistake in her birth or something of deeper significance caused her to be copied imperfectly. While she did not embody "forever young and immortal", she gained abilities in compensation compared to her sisters' inability to even care for themselves. With divine powers, her Mystic Eyes, indispensable in protecting her sisters who could not live in the world on their own, this caused the previously united sisters to become three separate individuals. Although Medusa was different from the start, even the other two showed irregularities, their sadistic nature, from interacting with her.
She was originally considered to be a princess loved by humans, but Athena, jealous of their beauty, cursed Medusa alone, taking away her "faith from each and every person" and exiling her to the Shapeless Isle. Their love for her turned to hatred, and she was banished by those who had adored her. The island had nothing to offer compared to her days of luxury, and she prayed that none of the humans that now frightened her with their unwarranted resentment would tread on the island. Weeping in loneliness, she had no idea as to her sin that forced her to be exiled. Although her sisters were not affected and still greatly loved, they too accompanied her there out of caring for their younger sister. She was happy even on the barren island due to their company, and only had to fear the coming humans.

While they became rumored as monsters, her sisters were still revered by nearby men, while she was feared as a monster. Humans sought to kill that which had been branded as a monster and take away the goddesses, and after they began to also target her sisters, she decided to protect them while taking her revenge on the humans. Although littered with statues that had been warriors, they were harmonious for a time on the island, at one point receiving her Pegasus from Poseidon. Though bullied by her sisters daily, she simply moved about the island on days humans did not appear, hoping for the peace to continue. Repaying them in the same manner as they treated her, she killed many humans, simply hoping to be left alone on the only place she could exist with the company of her sisters.
Though she was protecting them from the foolish humans who sought their own deaths, her sisters warned her not to take pleasure in killing them. Using her eyes that were only a deterrent to sow terror in humans, she began to experiment in ways of killing them more quickly. Deciding to become a trap against those who would take her sisters, even they who had always been full of joy began to fear her after she started drinking their blood instead of simply petrifying them. The humans continued to journey the island no matter the infamy surrounding her, and she eventually became too ashamed of her slowly disfiguring self to appear before her sisters. Leaving them, she once again found herself alone, hungering for new sacrifices to replace her sadness and loneliness.
She grew into the Gorgon each day as her body, heart, and very being decayed, all backed by the thought of becoming stronger for the sake of protecting her sisters. Even that reached a point where her sisters instead became nuisances who were intruding upon her lair. They appeared before her after her full descent into a monster, lamenting that they had not asked for her protection and were just letting her enjoy what had seemed fun to her. Saddened by her state, they sacrificed themselves to the Gorgon because the sister who protected them was no longer there. Consumed by countless snakes without any trace of joy or sadness, they were ground into pulp and absorbed into the beast while still alive. Without leaving a trace, they became its flesh and blood, and it continued to thrive as the Gorgon sisters became monsters of nightmares and legends.
Appearance
The Medusa materialized in the Fifth Holy Grail War appears differently to her legend. She appears to be in her human form, unlike her legend where she has snake for her hairs, she has long purple hair.
She wears an eye cover that seals her excessively powerful Mystic Eyes of Petrification within the Bounded Field. Her sight is completely sealed. Although Rider perceives the world through senses such as hearing, touch, smell, and magic-detection, she is able to acquire more precise information than sight.
She has a complex about her own height and the way she gets embarrassed when people see herMystic Eyes, she might actually be pretty ladylike. Because of her outward appearance and primary weapon, a lot of people thought she was going to be an Assassin class Servant.
In her casual attire, she wears a black polo neck top and blue jeans. She wears Touko Aozaki's "Mystic Eye Killer" to disable her Mystic Eyes. It only seals the power of petrification. It does not act like the Breaker Gorgon, which "seals all magical properties".
Personality
Rider is silent, sultry, and vigilant, never hesitating to shield her Master from harm. She is always faithful to her Master, even with Shinji acting in that role most of the time. She is not openly talkative, and she prefers to analyze people and their actions. She is very protective of Sakura and willing to sacrifice herself for Sakura's happiness. She is very logical and she doesn't act out of anger or instinct.
Rider's dagger
Rider fights with a low-risk and high-return type of warfare that is not fixated on the methods used to win.  She fights mainly with a Nameless Dagger(無銘·短剣, Mumei Tanken) in close combat that is more likely to be called a "nail" rather than a "dagger." It is attached to a long chain that can restrain and immobilize targets that she pierces. It is not suited to short-range battles, instead best utilized as a thrown weapon from a distance.It is not a Noble Phantasm, and while its origin is unknown, it is thought to be a weapon that reflects her inner character. She boasts outstanding speed, moving like a bullet and racing around the battlefield. She is faster than Lancer in terms of average speed, but he will surpass her in immediate maximum output. Due to her nature as a Gorgon, she has a monster alignment that may make fighting battles against monster exterminators, such as against an expert like Lancer, tough for her. While she is normally blindfolded, she perceives the world through hearing, touch, smell, and magic-detection to have an even more precise outlook than with sight.

She is a unique Heroic Spirit who displays a great variety of skills and Noble Phantasms that are particularly high numbered even amongst other Servants, all of which are traces left from her time as a goddess. Due to her status as a former earth goddess, she has a strong connection to the earth, sensitive enough to its state to be able to sense disturbances in Fuyuki's leyline.
 Due to her contract being passed to Shinji, her abilities are lowered, and she must seek out alternative means of magical energy. While she takes blood for the most part, she is not a Dead Apostle, but rather abloodsucker whose most efficient manner of gaining energy is through drinking blood. Her main offensive Noble Phantasm is Bellerophon, which allows the Pegasus to use an extremely powerful charge that resembles an arrow of light. She also has use ofBlood Fort Andromeda, a Bounded Fielddesigned to collect life energy from whoever is inside. Once it is set and activated, it can instantly liquify any normal humans inside and convert them into energy. Breaker Gorgon is another Bounded Field that seals the target inside the user's mind. She mainly uses it on herself in the form of a visor to seal her Mystic Eyes.

Cybele (キュベレイ, Kyuberei), theMystic Eyes of Petrification (石化の魔眼, Sekika no Magan), are Rider'sMystic Eyes, said to be a "curse of the gods sealed by the powers of shrines." Though petrification sorcery is no strange thing for modern Thaumaturgy, even if its users are rare and few in numbers, Mystic Eyes capable of petrifying others are something that nobody, human or not, possesses in the present era. They are designated asJewel under the Noble Colors system, which surpasses the Gold-ranked Eyes of

Stats:
Strength: B
Endurance: D
Agility: A
Mana: B
Strength: B
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https://plus.google.com/110470304798748150153 Chris Kirkman The Emotion Lord : {Open. Read before joining. This will affect his judgement of the future.} [Title: A weird nightmare...
{Open. Read before joining. This will affect his judgement of the future.}

[Title: A weird nightmare]
[Time: Around Midnight]
[Weather: Nice and breezy]
[Location: Around the city]

Almagate was in a weird dream as he was looking at an immense battle versus a white and a red being. This time the white being looking more evil than the red. They battled and continued as the surrounding area was destroyed during it. As the red being was pinned down from a nearby building a silver shine was saw along with one red laser eye. The being jumped off of the building and instead of punch one or the other he punched next to them sending both at Almagate's direction. Then he awoke.

Almagate awoke with a scare as he was sweating and breathing hard. TO was still asleep as Almagate got up and dressed in a black shirt and blue jeans. He grabbed his sword but then decided he didn't need it as he set it back down next to his red jumpsuit as he walked out of his apartment building. He jogged down the empty streets trying to get his mind right as he hadn't had a dream like that since his uncle's dojo. He then started to shed tears as he did miss Earl and hoped he was still alive. He sure did hope.
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https://plus.google.com/102838945403413481844 Jacob Frye : ((NOTE: Although this is the final draft, things may still change during the production of The Prodigy...
((NOTE: Although this is the final draft, things may still change during the production of The Prodigy. Keep in mind, this is the shortest chapter in the book. Hence why it's relatively short. There may be a few grammatical errors as I just finished writing this and wanted to get it out as quick as possible. Other than that, enjoy!))

The Prodigy: Awakening

Chapter One: A Fire Rises

It started like any other day for Emmet, a bright and sunny day in Los Angeles. Not a cloud to be seen in the blue sky above. Emmet was only seventeen, he was average height. Relatively skinny, pale skin, short sandy blond hair, and piercing brown eyes. He lived with his brother, Tucker. Well, they're not actually brothers, but they practically raised each other. Tucker is twenty three, above average height, medium build, black skin, short black hair and brown eyes.
"Come on, Emmet! We're gonna be late!" Tucker shouted down the hallway of their apartment, Tucker had a job at a large medical company. Emmet was unemployed, but 'helped' out around the place, it was a mess. Dirty clothes and dishes everywhere.
"I'm coming!" Emmet shouted out as he ran down the hallway, zipping up his black jacket with blue accents. He was wearing the jacket, blue jeans, and black converse. Tucker was wearing a suit, minus the blazer.
"We're going to the opening of a diner nearby, don't you think you're a little too dressed for the occasion?" Emmet asked, slight sarcasm in his voice.
"I have a meeting after it, you'll have to take the keys so you come back to the apartment." Tucker said, a clear tone of authority in his voice.
"You're always going on meetings recently..." Emmet said, looking away from Tucker and having a slight tone of worry in his voice.
"Don't worry, kiddo. It won't be long 'til I can just sit back and let the company run itself. Then, we start doing all the stuff we used to when we were kids again, alright?" He said while walking over to Emmet, ruffling up his hair a little. Giving a slight smile.
"Fine, whatever you say. Now come on, the place is gonna already be open!" Emmet exclaimed as he dragged Tucker out of the apartment, locking the door behind them. Although he was pretty skinny, Emmet was always incredibly stronger, faster, and had more pain tolerance and more endurance than anyone else. Tucker always ran tests on him to see why this was the case, but to no prevail. They rushed through the busy streets of L.A. and up Hollywood Boulevard, finally stopping outside a nineteen-sixties' styled diner with the words 'Busty Joe's' in a neon sign above it. No one was there but one person, they walked up to him.
"Sorry fellers, diner's not openin' today." The man spoke, he was quite old and spoke with a southern accent.
"Really? Damn..." Tucker softly sighed, turning around to Emmet. "Look, it's quite late. Here's twenty dollars and the keys to the apartment, I've gotta go. Don't stay out to late!" He said, handing Emmet a twenty dollar note and the keys. He quickly started running to his work, waving goodbye to Emmet.
"Yeah, thanks, Dad..." He said under his breath, putting his hood up and walking away. It was six hours later, Emmet had something to eat. He was at the Griffith Observatory, looking out at the Los Angeles night sky line. Emmet was meant to be home two hours ago.
"Where on Earth have you been?!" A familiar voice called out, Emmet turned to see it was Tucker. "Do you know how worried I've been? I've been looking everywhere for you!" He shouted out
"Sorry, I thought you were still at your meeting. Seeing as you're always at them." Emmet said, clearly upset.
"It's not my fault I'm trying to get a good life for us!" Tucker replied back, getting more angry. They were alone at the Observatory, so no-one else heard the argument.
"The life we have now is fine, why can't we just settle with what he have?!" Emmet said, finally shouting now.
"It's not fine! We're living in a shitty apartment, with high rent, barely clean water, and-" Tucker got cut off mid-sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, there was a blade sticking through it. The blade was twisted, then pulled out. Tucker's lifeless body falling to the floor. Emmet stood there, frozen in a daze of anger, confusion, sadness and shock.
"You humans really do argue over the most pathetic things, don't you?" The mysterious figure said, he was completely black with glowing red eyes, he was the same height as Tucker, same build, but his voice was deep, rough, and gravely and had a posh British accent.
"W-What... What are..." Emmet couldn't talk, he was completely shaking.
"What am I? I've heard this countless times every universe I go, now. My name's Skia, I'm more powerful than the pitiful God or Gods you worship, etcetera, etcetera. How many times have I given this same old speech, now? Anyways, on to the matter at hand. You've seen too much, boy." He said as he walked over to Emmet and lifted him into the air by his neck, Emmet was choking, grasping for air. "It's time to go to sleep..." He said as he raised his sword, then thrusted it into Emmet's heart. He pulled it out and dropped him on the floor, he calmly walked over to Tucker's body and lifted it. It disappeared into dust within the blink of an eye. Emmet was bleeding out, yet he could feel something inside himself. Something warm, something trying to get out of him.
"Well, I must be off then. Tally-" Before Skia could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a small, magical explosion on his face. A girl jumped in front of Emmet and Skia, throwing Emmet a sword to get up and fight with, not realising that he was laying there dying.
"You again! You pesky little Brat! I'll have you head!" He exclaimed as the girl and Skia engaged in a sword fight, Skia was slowly over-powering her. Emmet stood up carefully, his skin started to glow orange. His skin was semi-transparent as you could see his veins, arteries, and organs glowing gold through his skin. The wound on his chest healed up almost instantly, he got a new lease of life, he felt stronger, faster, just better in general. He bent over and picked up the sword, running at Skia who had the girl pinned down, ready to kill her. He jumped up and kicked him mid-air, sending him flying. He held his hand out, helping the girl up. He charged and thrusted his sword forward, getting Skia right in the stomach. Skia jumped up and swung his sword at Emmet, slicing him on the cheek. Both of their wounds healed up instantly, only Emmet now had long scar on his cheek. His adrenaline kicked in, time seemed to almost stop. He looked at the girl, she had blood red hair, icy blue eyes, and steel plated armour covering her legs, torso, and forearms. She was charging at Skia, while Skia was about to thrust his sword into Emmet's neck. Emmet jumped out of the way as Skia stumbled back from the force of his own thrust. The girl caught him in the neck with her sword, pulling it out and standing beside Emmet, Skia stood up and put his sword away.
"I don't know what you are, boy. But you're not human. I'll be back for you, and next time I'll make sure you're dead!" He said as he disappeared, just like Tucker's body did.
"We need to get out of here, now!" The girl said, Emmet hesitantly nodded as they ran off together. Emmet turned back into normal, they quickly and silently made their way through the busy streets and through crowds of people trying to stop them as they were covered in blood and had minor wounds. They arrived outside the apartment complex, they ran upstairs and stopped at the door, Emmet put the key in. His hand was shaky, he was almost ready to cry. The one person he ever cared about, gone. They went into the apartment, locking the door behind them. Emmet sat down with his head in his hands, unable to hold back the tears any longer. The girl sat down and comforted him.
"Hey, come on now... It's gonna be fine, just listen to me, okay?" She said as she had her arms around him, Emmet shook his head and gently pushed her away. The tears slowly stopping.
"Who even are you?" Emmet asked, his voice was shaky and uneven. The girl took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, trying to calm him down.
"My name is Lily, Lily Annekke. I'm here to help, just hear me out, alright?" She said, a nice tone of clarity in her voice.
"You've got ten minutes." He replied, his grief turning to anger.
"This... Is gonna sound weird, I'm from a different world. Probably not that weird considering what you are, or what you've saw. I've been tracking this bastard down throughout multiple worlds trying to stop him, however there's something about this world he's found and he's not letting it go.You heard him though, you're not human. Well, not entirely that is. So far, you're the only person I've ever seen who can hold their ground against him. This will definitely work in our favour. Join me, and you can avenge your friend's death, and hell, you could even be considered a hero." She said, holding out her hand, waiting for him to respond. He sat there and stared at her, his eyes red from crying, his body tensed up in anger.
"I'll do it, but I am NOT a hero. I'm just doing it to avenge my brother. Nothing more, and nothing less." He said, shaking her hand.
"Either way, you're doing the world a favour. Now, we should rest, it's pretty late. We have a lot to do tomorrow, if you're feeling better that is." Lily said, Emmet pointing down the hallway.
"Second door on your right, ignore the mess, just sleep on the bed. I'm gonna stay up for a while. Collect my thoughts and compose myself better." He said, pointing downwards as he said it.
"Emmet, are you sure you're alright--" She wasn't able to finish her sentence.
"Just go and sleep, I'll be fine. I just need some time alone. Don't mind the mess in the room, either." He said, she softly nodded and walked off into the room, Emmet stayed on his seat and put his head down. So many emotions and thoughts were going through his head all at once, he felt like he was going to breakdown. He just sat there and stared in front of himself, deciding to just suck it all up and bottle it inside as night started to slowly fade into day.
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((NOTE: Although this is the final draft, things may still change during the production of The Prodigy. Keep in mind, this is the shortest chapter in the book. Hence why it's relatively short. There may be a few grammatical errors as I just finished writing this and wanted to get it out as quick as possible. Other than that, enjoy!))

The Prodigy: Awakening

Chapter One: A Fire Rises

It started like any other day for Emmet, a bright and sunny day in Los Angeles. Not a cloud to be seen in the blue sky above. Emmet was only seventeen, he was average height. Relatively skinny, pale skin, short sandy blond hair, and piercing brown eyes. He lived with his brother, Tucker. Well, they're not actually brothers, but they practically raised each other. Tucker is twenty three, above average height, medium build, black skin, short black hair and brown eyes.
"Come on, Emmet! We're gonna be late!" Tucker shouted down the hallway of their apartment, Tucker had a job at a large medical company. Emmet was unemployed, but 'helped' out around the place, it was a mess. Dirty clothes and dishes everywhere.
"I'm coming!" Emmet shouted out as he ran down the hallway, zipping up his black jacket with blue accents. He was wearing the jacket, blue jeans, and black converse. Tucker was wearing a suit, minus the blazer.
"We're going to the opening of a diner nearby, don't you think you're a little too dressed for the occasion?" Emmet asked, slight sarcasm in his voice.
"I have a meeting after it, you'll have to take the keys so you come back to the apartment." Tucker said, a clear tone of authority in his voice.
"You're always going on meetings recently..." Emmet said, looking away from Tucker and having a slight tone of worry in his voice.
"Don't worry, kiddo. It won't be long 'til I can just sit back and let the company run itself. Then, we start doing all the stuff we used to when we were kids again, alright?" He said while walking over to Emmet, ruffling up his hair a little. Giving a slight smile.
"Fine, whatever you say. Now come on, the place is gonna already be open!" Emmet exclaimed as he dragged Tucker out of the apartment, locking the door behind them. Although he was pretty skinny, Emmet was always incredibly stronger, faster, and had more pain tolerance and more endurance than anyone else. Tucker always ran tests on him to see why this was the case, but to no prevail. They rushed through the busy streets of L.A. and up Hollywood Boulevard, finally stopping outside a nineteen-sixties' styled diner with the words 'Busty Joe's' in a neon sign above it. No one was there but one person, they walked up to him.
"Sorry fellers, diner's not openin' today." The man spoke, he was quite old and spoke with a southern accent.
"Really? Damn..." Tucker softly sighed, turning around to Emmet. "Look, it's quite late. Here's twenty dollars and the keys to the apartment, I've gotta go. Don't stay out to late!" He said, handing Emmet a twenty dollar note and the keys. He quickly started running to his work, waving goodbye to Emmet.
"Yeah, thanks, Dad..." He said under his breath, putting his hood up and walking away. It was six hours later, Emmet had something to eat. He was at the Griffith Observatory, looking out at the Los Angeles night sky line. Emmet was meant to be home two hours ago.
"Where on Earth have you been?!" A familiar voice called out, Emmet turned to see it was Tucker. "Do you know how worried I've been? I've been looking everywhere for you!" He shouted out
"Sorry, I thought you were still at your meeting. Seeing as you're always at them." Emmet said, clearly upset.
"It's not my fault I'm trying to get a good life for us!" Tucker replied back, getting more angry. They were alone at the Observatory, so no-one else heard the argument.
"The life we have now is fine, why can't we just settle with what he have?!" Emmet said, finally shouting now.
"It's not fine! We're living in a shitty apartment, with high rent, barely clean water, and--" Tucker got cut off mid-sentence, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down, there was a blade sticking through it. The blade was twisted, then pulled out. Tucker's lifeless body falling to the floor. Emmet stood there, frozen in a daze of anger, confusion, sadness and shock.
"You humans really do argue over the most pathetic things, don't you?" The mysterious figure said, he was completely black with glowing red eyes, he was the same height as Tucker, same build, but his voice was deep, rough, and gravely and had a posh British accent.
"W-What... What are..." Emmet couldn't talk, he was completely shaking.
"What am I? I've heard this countless times every universe I go, now. My name's Skia, I'm more powerful than the pitiful God or Gods you worship, etcetera, etcetera. How many times have I given this same old speech, now? Anyways, on to the matter at hand. You've seen too much, boy." He said as he walked over to Emmet and lifted him into the air by his neck, Emmet was choking, grasping for air. "It's time to go to sleep..." He said as he raised his sword, then thrusted it into Emmet's heart. He pulled it out and dropped him on the floor, he calmly walked over to Tucker's body and lifted it. It disappeared into dust within the blink of an eye. Emmet was bleeding out, yet he could feel something inside himself. Something warm, something trying to get out of him.
"Well, I must be off then. Tally--" Before Skia could finish his sentence, he was cut off by a small, magical explosion on his face. A girl jumped in front of Emmet and Skia, throwing Emmet a sword to get up and fight with, not realising that he was laying there dying.
"You again! You pesky little Brat! I'll have you head!" He exclaimed as the girl and Skia engaged in a sword fight, Skia was slowly over-powering her. Emmet stood up carefully, his skin started to glow orange. His skin was semi-transparent as you could see his veins, arteries, and organs glowing gold through his skin. The wound on his chest healed up almost instantly, he got a new lease of life, he felt stronger, faster, just better in general. He bent over and picked up the sword, running at Skia who had the girl pinned down, ready to kill her. He jumped up and kicked him mid-air, sending him flying. He held his hand out, helping the girl up. He charged and thrusted his sword forward, getting Skia right in the stomach. Skia jumped up and swung his sword at Emmet, slicing him on the cheek. Both of their wounds healed up instantly, only Emmet now had long scar on his cheek. His adrenaline kicked in, time seemed to almost stop. He looked at the girl, she had blood red hair, icy blue eyes, and steel plated armour covering her legs, torso, and forearms. She was charging at Skia, while Skia was about to thrust his sword into Emmet's neck. Emmet jumped out of the way as Skia stumbled back from the force of his own thrust. The girl caught him in the neck with her sword, pulling it out and standing beside Emmet, Skia stood up and put his sword away.
"I don't know what you are, boy. But you're not human. I'll be back for you, and next time I'll make sure you're dead!" He said as he disappeared, just like Tucker's body did.
"We need to get out of here, now!" The girl said, Emmet hesitantly nodded as they ran off together. Emmet turned back into normal, they quickly and silently made their way through the busy streets and through crowds of people trying to stop them as they were covered in blood and had minor wounds. They arrived outside the apartment complex, they ran upstairs and stopped at the door, Emmet put the key in. His hand was shaky, he was almost ready to cry. The one person he ever cared about, gone. They went into the apartment, locking the door behind them. Emmet sat down with his head in his hands, unable to hold back the tears any longer. The girl sat down and comforted him.
"Hey, come on now... It's gonna be fine, just listen to me, okay?" She said as she had her arms around him, Emmet shook his head and gently pushed her away. The tears slowly stopping.
"Who even are you?" Emmet asked, his voice was shaky and uneven. The girl took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes, trying to calm him down.
"My name is Lily, Lily Annekke. I'm here to help, just hear me out, alright?" She said, a nice tone of clarity in her voice.
"You've got ten minutes." He replied, his grief turning to anger.
"This... Is gonna sound weird, I'm from a different world. Probably not that weird considering what you are, or what you've saw. I've been tracking this bastard down throughout multiple worlds trying to stop him, however there's something about this world he's found and he's not letting it go.You heard him though, you're not human. Well, not entirely that is. So far, you're the only person I've ever seen who can hold their ground against him. This will definitely work in our favour. Join me, and you can avenge your friend's death, and hell, you could even be considered a hero." She said, holding out her hand, waiting for him to respond. He sat there and stared at her, his eyes red from crying, his body tensed up in anger.
"I'll do it, but I am NOT a hero. I'm just doing it to avenge my brother. Nothing more, and nothing less." He said, shaking her hand.
"Either way, you're doing the world a favour. Now, we should rest, it's pretty late. We have a lot to do tomorrow, if you're feeling better that is." Lily said, Emmet pointing down the hallway.
"Second door on your right, ignore the mess, just sleep on the bed. I'm gonna stay up for a while. Collect my thoughts and compose myself better." He said, pointing downwards as he said it.
"Emmet, are you sure you're alright--" She wasn't able to finish her sentence.
"Just go and sleep, I'll be fine. I just need some time alone. Don't mind the mess in the room, either." He said, she softly nodded and walked off into the room, Emmet stayed on his seat and put his head down. So many emotions and thoughts were going through his head all at once, he felt like he was going to breakdown. He just sat there and stared in front of himself, deciding to just suck it all up and bottle it inside as night started to slowly fade into day.
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Name: Victor Anderson.

Creepypasta Name: Deep Blue.

Age: 19

Sexuality: Straight.
Gender: Male.

Height: 5'6.
Weight: 169.
Hair: Dark Brown/Black hair.

Eyes: Blue eyes

Powers: Water Bending, Super Senses.

Likes: Being alone.

Dislikes: Having to be around other people, people who hurt kids.

Weapons: Machete, occasional knife.

Clothing: A blue hoodie, black undershirt, hiking boots and blue jeans.

Bio: Went out in the wools with his friend Jason on his 16th birthday, leaving his little sister Lizzie, alone. He raced Jason, meeting a girl wing wings and an axe, know as Dark Hawk, as he had his neck cut, he choked on his own blood, dying. The police fount him, a little boy dead, he was dead, and Jason paralyzed, they experimented on him, reviving him, he killed all of them, getting out with the vengeance as he found his odd ability to bend water. He wanted to kill the girl that killed him, hoping to find his sister again, apparently the girl was Zella, a girl that went missing a year ago at that time...
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By: WCTV Eyewitness News
September 9, 2015

TALLAHASSEE -- The Tallahassee Police Department’s Special Victims Unit continues to seek information on the location of Brianna M. Rutherford.

Rutherford is 15-years-old, 5'03" tall, and 100 pounds. She has brown hair and brown eyes.

Rutherford was last seen on June 27th, 2015 in the 2400 block of Roberts Ave. Rutherford was last seen wearing a pink hoooded sweat shirt and dark blue jeans.

Anyone with information about Rutherford’s whereabouts is asked to call the Tallahassee Police Department at (850) 891-4200.

This guy dissapeared then also...they are connected !

Offender Name: JERRY JR BINKLEY
WANTED !
Offender ID:N24418
Date of Birth:10/02/1981
Age: 33
Race: White
Gender: Male

Custody Status: Community Supervision
Date: 01/15/2015
Reason:Absconded
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The Halo Shuffle

Yes Halo…..We are going partying and dancing tonight……And as far as I know…..Mary-Jane the Sable Sheltie is defiantly going to be there……..But I did tell you that it was meant to be casual dress ……And looking at you…..You look all dressed up to me….. putting me to shame dressed in my faded blue jeans ……..And looking at you, I hate to think on how long you have been stood in front of the bathroom mirror getting your hair style to flick like that…And another thing...... I just wish that you put as much effort in practicing your dance routine that you are doing now, when I am playing my guitar for you….…Ummmm…..But I will give you credit for thing……What that you ask…..Well it would seem that no matter how much I moan at you…..You still seem to end up smiling for me……
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https://plus.google.com/107243883947823353930 Colleen Taylor : How many of us can relate to that awful feeling when our favorite blue jeans just don't fit anymore...
How many of us can relate to that awful feeling when our favorite blue jeans just don't fit anymore. We tug & pull and don't want to give in to the fact that we might have gained those dreaded pounds. Sure they are supposed to be stretch jeans but some things just won't stretch at that middle section. So we continue to tug & pull until we think that zipper is just going to never make it to the top or at worse, break!

I added a number of textures to create some interest to something very common. Excuse me now while I go put on my stretchy feel-so-good spandex yoga pants.
Tug Of War by Colleen Taylor
Tug Of War Digital Art by Colleen Taylor
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A bit later in the day than usual lately but it's finally time for #saturdayscenes  July 23







Something a little different, Seven little stories. One I just wrote a couple of days ago-a couple of you may have read this one but I have revised it since. It was inspired by a pic of the area I describe in the story. Which include a rowboat on the lake. The hero thinks if an incident in the past week where he, because of pride, got trapped a wizard that worked for a gang. I wrote that story a few years back. While writing this tale that one came to mind. That inspired me to make this MC the same person from the gang trap story. This new story will be last.

Three of these stories from my collection titles Rod The Mage. I have a number of these stories from 200 words to 3,000+ words on the blog. I should add more to that collection but it’s one thing I have problems getting to. These three 749, 181 and 300 words. I also have two mini tales written from the same picture. A real photograph of a woman walking with a small girl-somewhere around 5 to 7 years old. The girl has wings on and she is looked back wards as something not shown. The first story was written over six years ago and might be my first ever flash. I have revised it a couple of times but basically it is the same.

Enjoy and hopefully you can see how I have improved in my writing-if I have. There is a total of 3,050 words.



The Roamer’s Burn
By L. E. Doggett


The Being was roaming as his type delighted in doing. They had very little effect on their environment and very little in that environment could effect them. It was hard to tell exactly how their semisolid bodies looked, for little of them could be seen. Their age, as well, as why they roamed was a mystery to any intelligence except theirs.
As usual for his type this one wasn’t going anywhere special, just ambling around, with his typical long strides. The terrain his type usually roamed over was dark with bits of light here and there. They avoided those tiny lights whenever possible.
Suddenly after taking a step the Roamer grimaced in pain. He felt something he had rarely felt. Intense pain, a burning sensation. As his foot started its upward motion he was reaching
down. His hand, or what passed as hands on these Beings, touched

his upper shin. He next proceeded to rub the spot that had somehow been burned.
He looked down as he was rubbing it and saw that he had
gotten too close to one of those small cinders that were all over this section of where he liked to roam. They were the leftovers of a huge explosion that had occurred ages ago. It had been powerful enough to kill a couple of his followers and to send these cinders over most of the terrain. He had come across these before and knew
they were extremely hot even now. This one was a bit smaller then many and he had not seen it. He went on his way determined to be more careful.
He had not noticed the, to him, very tiny dust particles that hung very near the cinder. One of these particles, the third one from this cinder, was mostly blue in color, since it had a layer of water about three fourths of it. Now as he strode away, it was almost totally covered with ice.
As already stated these Beings were not solid and at the same time not completely incorporeal either. That one reason why it could be burned by the cinder yet be right next to the dust particles and not effect them. As with their size and body consistence their speed was different then most other beings. While the Being’s painful experience had taken only seconds of its time, hundreds of years had passed for the rest of its current environment. During that time most of the heat from the cinder had been blocked from reaching this dust particle. That is why ice had formed. Now that the Being had moved on the ice was melting, glaciers were receding and the polar caps were returning to normal. Its inhabitants were coming out of caves rejoicing that the ice was disappearing.
The End


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Rod threw the glass fragment toward the gnome. The small being leapt up, caught it. He looked it over, threw it at the foot tall trash heap with old clothes, rotten fence posts, grass clippings and what might be a smashed baby carriage that lay in the neighbor’s yard near his. Rod had no doubt that It landed just where the gnome wanted Rod though. Rod looked heavenward, that Project of mana should have blinded the gnome for a few minutes. Long enough for Rod to get close enough to throw his Mana charged net on the guy. He looked at his brown house, it was small barely large enough for him and his training.
Now what? The gnome was sent here to be a pain, by whom he didn’t know yet. He didn’t deserve to be blasted, burned or have something large and heavy dropped on him. Rod sniffed and added to his thought, even with the gnome sweat stunk. It was too warm to be out here working hard to get rid of this guy. Speaking of dropping and stinking, maybe that dragon would drop something Rod could direct toward the gnome. That would chase him away. But when he scanned the sky, of course no dragon--where was him when he needed him. Shouldn’t have expected him to come by at this moment.
A flicker made him look around, it came from the glass fragment. It seem to glow-glow? However speaking of flying creatures and flickering. He brought out a whistle from a pocket. He blew it hard and long while he thought of tiny yellow flying people. The tone changed, the gnome held his ears, but Rod knew he could stand it. A few minutes later, while the Gnome acted like he relaxed on a lounger, two fairies flew up. They looked exactly the same to Rod. He offered them bread and beer, if they did him a favor. For a second Rod thought he could go for a salami and pepperoni deep dish pizza with beer right now.
The two owed him one anyway but best to be courteous especially when dealing with the fea. And he didn’t want to call a favor in for this. They would do this for fresh sourdough and pizza--no source, meat, cheese, veggies--maybe some garlic and/or basil and/or rosemarie and of course bowls of beer. Whatever beer he could get that had the highest alcohol rate. They talked to each other in chimes and tinkles. They turned back, nodded at him, and flew off.
In about ten minutes-Rod was reading a book on his own lounger, that way he could act like he was ignoring the Gnome. The two fairies came back at that moment. They repeated what he offered and he said he would pay it, they whistled loud and musical. A large group of fairies flew in and buzzed the gnome. He looked startled.
Rod said, “I invited them to move in. They will need a place to sleep and another to use as a latrine. They are a choir, so they will be lots of singing and playing--all hours of the night and day. Oh, yes on and off shining also.” The fairies started up with a really off song, sounded like cats fighting and brass lids clashing. They also flickered their glows to the music. They’re not bad at that, Rod thought, maybe they hang around a disco or a modern club. An hour later they switched to certain human certain songs that they repeated fifty times each. Then back to the original song.
The Gnome screamed, put his fingers in his ears, said something that sounded like “You win,” and took off. The fairies finished their song and stopped. Rod ordered the plain pizzas, some with straight garlic and basil. He went to the store bought some German and Assue beer. He didn’t need a lot of that though. They all drink and ate, the twins came to him, thanked him--something they had learned form humans-followed it up with an “any time”. They all flew off. He looked around at the mess they left behind. But at least the gnome would not be eating his plants or listening in on conversations and gossiping on what he learned, nor attacking any of his guests or neighbor’s dog. Not a bad deal in that case and the fairies liked him even more which was always good.


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Again an attack Rod leapt back, spoke Latin. The dark mage sent blades swirling his way. A wall blocked them, water gushed at the dark mage-not only put out dark’s fire attack, but soaked him. He tried to dry off, but his projection misfired. Rod sent Mana power above the guy who drew out a necklace to strike at Rod. He didn’t see the cloud that turned hard over his head. As Rod spoke Latin again the not soft cloud fell, struck him hard. He dropped and moaned. Rod went over-the guy’s wet robe stunk of wet wool-but the mage was out. A picture of cool lemon drink popped into Rod’s mind for he was sweaty now but that would have to wait. He picked up the guy, slipped off his necklace and found a wand-the guy’s pocket felt slimy with soaked mana projection powder-and took his wallet. The mage would find his wallet later, but Rod wanted to know who he was. Rod looked at the dark mage, dropped him and took off for home.

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Rod ran from his car, his buddy needed help. The guy’s house shimmered and that very large white-gray unicorn with tan socks and mane didn’t look normal. It saw Rod, neighed-growled. Rod backpedaled-slid to a stop. When his skin tinkled he knew the shimmer was a shield. He called up mana, sent to the unicorn as a leave now projection. The beast moved its head back and forth-ignored the order to leave. He tried to blast it with a lightning bolt. It ducked and glared back at Rod. Something burned and Rod saw that the bolt had hit a tree, smoke bellowed as the fire grew. Wind blew the smoke to him, the scent of burning living wood made him sneeze. Rod rolled his eyes and put the fire out. The unicorn watched how he did it. Rod thought and his eyes grew wide at a thought. He called more mana, drew a rain storm to the house. He made the clouds group together above the beast. Rain dropped on it in sheets of huge drops. So much rain came down the wind tasted wet, and felt cold, even half of the yard away. The unicorn whined and glared at Rod who sent an itch to the beast’s hoofs, now that it was distracted. It let out it’s neigh-growl again, whinnied. Two moments later it looked at him, started to walk away. Before it left his friend’s property Rod took away the itch, but the rain followed it for a mile as a reminder. His friend, shut down the shield, came out of the house, greeted Rod with a hug and a thanks. Rod said, “Hey, we’re buddies”. Tom said, “We are. But it is good to be reminded at times like this. Rod agreed.


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The girl child looked over her shoulder for one last look. Her guardian had taken her to a new clearing to play. She had met a new friend there. They played for hours or eons, it was always hard to tell in Fairy. They had run together, played tag, leapt in the air and giggled. She had giggled, her friend had made other happy noises.
As good times must come to an end, even in Fairy so her guardian--nanny a human would call her--came for her. She didn’t want to stop the play, but the guardian had explained it was time for the evening meal, she promised something that would the girl knew would make her mouth feel the same joy her feet had. So she left.
On the way she asked if they could come back to that clearing. The guardian said, “Maybe, Fate met here to give you a good time but it may not do it again.”
She had turned at that to look at her friend again. She loved the way the other had poked her with her nose when the played tag. She liked that they could both fly even if only a few feet, it made tag and spinning in circles more fun. She took a long look at her friend, and sniffed--each clearing had different yet the same smells so she would remember this one. She would be back, but she hoped the Pegasus colt would remember and come back too even if Fate didn’t help them.

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The very young fairy turned to look over her shoulder as her mother led her away. The human girl waved bye bye. It had been fun playing with a person almost like her, even if a lot bigger. They looked the same age even though fairies grew much faster than humans.
The mother had just explained that even though she might be able to play with the girl again the human would not remember her. It was the way with human children, they forgot the good times with fairies.
The little fairy said, “I will remember her, she must remember me.”
“Maybe she will especially if you play again, but as she grows she will think the play time was made up.”
“That is unfair.”
“Yes, it is, but grown ups do not want to believe that fairies are real so they trick themselves to believe we aren’t.”
“Is that why I will have to learn to hide my wings like you do?”
“That is one reason, but not the only one.”
The small fairy turned and looked again, she tried to send her thoughts to the girl not to forgot, that it would be unfair to forget, or to trick herself into thinking she hadn’t seen the fairy.


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A beautiful day to relax. Just me, my fishing pole and a small boat—one twice the size of a rowboat. A picnic basket lay on the bottom along with an ice chest in case I catch anything. The lake filled a deep and wide chasm located near a wide shallow mountain. A beautiful rock crown topped the highest one.
The air felt cold and I was sure the water would be even worse, but I could take it. I wore a down jacket over blue jeans and a thick workman’s shirt-red. My robe lay folded on the other seat, in easy reach in case I needed it but I hoped I wouldn’t. I have had enough wizardry the past week to last me a year. First the two demons that tried to take over those twins. Then St Charles came back for a rematch. Thought he would still be out from our last battle over a year ago. But he had found an ancient necklace with two talisman built into it. It appeared to be made for a lady but he didn’t care or was so eager he didn’t notice. The blue color of all the stones set off his eyes just right too. I shrugged, if the whole situation hadn’t been so serious I would have made a comment and probably chuckled. He wouldn’t have liked that but I can’t help the observations like that.
The line jerked and I almost let go of it but managed to catch it and to get a hand on the reel to pull the line back up. The fish was strong but not heavy enough to be something from down below.
As I fought it my mind still played on what had happened this past week. The battle with St Charles was hard and long but I stopped him from harming anyone. While I rested up from that a band of wand users came along—Ten of them. They thought they were something of power. Actually, to give them credit, together they were a danger. Nothing I couldn’t handle normally but I would have had to work at it. This time though but it was a real fight.
Only a day after I sent them running, without half of their wands, I went on vacation. While jogging in an unfamiliar city I allowed myself to get caught in a trap set by a gang wizard. I hadn’t worn my robes that day either because I hadn’t planned to do any wizardry. My pride got the better of me. On the way out I put two of the gang to sleep. They had taken the form of werewolves. Of course they were not real ones, but had used a belt talisman made from wolf’s fur to turn. If I hadn’t been so prideful I wouldn’t have fallen for their wizard’s trap. Taught me a good lesson with just a few injuries. A new enemy too though. That female wizard escaped and she was hot with anger so would want revenge.
I let my boat drift, while I fought this fish. I had a feeling it was too large for my cooler but that was okay. My pole bent but I managed to keep it whole and I reeled the fish in. My line hadn’t gone down too far down because there were fish and other things in here that were way too large for my ice chest. But they usually stayed at the bottom. Usually being the key word. That one probably still had burn marks on its two of its tentacles. It should remember how it got them.
I might just go to the other side and hike up to the top. I bit of wizardry would keep my warm as I take a nap, secluded. This land is so beautiful, water, rocks, a bit of snow and mountains peaks. My best choice for a rest. It’s possible a unicorn could come by or a dragon. That last would be bad for even in my pride I wouldn’t have taken on one of them. Unless attacked but that is where.
My arms felt the strain of the battle, sweat popped out on my forehead, I smelled the sweat as well as water that the fish was now splashing everywhere. A salt taste got in my mouth but I knew this was fresh water so that was from my own sweat.
After I almost gave up, I pulled extra hard and something flew out of the water. It landed in the boat and flipped, then flopped. Water splashed everywhere. My pants got soaked, my feet slipped. It continued to move but I finally saw it had tentacles not fins. I shook my head, I didn’t want to eat it. So tried to pick it up the free it from the hook. It squirmed too much and tried to latch onto me. I slapped it hard twice, stunned it enough to make it stop. I got the hook out and thew it overboard. It splashed hard. I used wizardry to shove it downward back to its home and family. I decided I needed that rest so I moved the boat to the far side, secured it and stepped out. I found a place to take a nap and did. Woke refreshed and ready to go back home.
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https://plus.google.com/112858102775355207543 Music & CD's on eBid : Neil Diamond - You Don't Bring me Flowers - 12" LP CBS 1978: Bid: £1.00 Buynow Price £1.00 Remaining...
Neil Diamond - You Don't Bring me Flowers - 12" LP CBS 1978: Bid: £1.00 Buynow Price £1.00 Remaining 29 days 22 hrs This auction is for a 33 rpm vinyl Stereo Album in its original CBS Record Picture Sleeve with inner cardboard sleeve - CBS records CBS 86077 recorded in 1978 NEIL DIAMOND - YOU DON'T BRING ME FLOWERS Side 1: The American Popular Song * Forever in Blue Jeans * Remember me * Yo... #eBid
Neil Diamond - You Don't Bring me Flowers - 12" LP CBS 1978

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https://plus.google.com/115919896358632607474 George George : I LOVE YOU SO BZN Every time she passes by Swinging hips I heave a sigh A Goddess wearing blue jeans...
I LOVE YOU SO BZN

Every time she passes by
Swinging hips I heave a sigh
A Goddess wearing blue jeans, oh, so tight
The way she looks, a magic queen
The way she walks you've never seen
In my dreams I kiss her and I say

Tickle my my imagination
You're exciting, a real sensation, I'm so lonely
I can't live without you no more

I love you so, if you could only know
How my heart is aching, when I'm lonely I feel it breaking
I love you so, if you could only know
How I idolize you, yes, I love you, I do, I do

Yearning eyes, a smiling face
A deep desire, a warm embrace
I'm almost persuaded I'm in love
The way he looks, a fairy king
The way he talks, beats everything
In my dreams I kiss him and I say

Tickle my my imagination
You're exciting, a real sensation, I'm so lonely
I can't live without you no more

I love you so, if you could only know
How my heart is aching, when I'm lonely I feel it breaking
I love you so, if you could only know
How I idolize you, yes, I love you, I do, I do
I love you so, if you could only know
How I idolize you, yes, I love you, I do, I do...
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Watch the video: ۞ ۩ ♫ ♥ ☺ Gérard Du Réve ♥ THIS IS FOR YOU ☺ GEORGE GEORGE ♥ ♫ ۩ ۞
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I LOVE YOU SO BZN Every time she passes by Swinging hips I heave a sigh A Goddess wearing blue jeans, oh, so tight The way she looks, a magic queen The way s...
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https://plus.google.com/107742575809204348388 Amoolya Vinjamur : Closed with +Joe Manchester​ Amy awoke with a pounding headache, owing to her extensive telekinesis...
Closed with +Joe Manchester

Amy awoke with a pounding headache, owing to her extensive telekinesis practice yesterday. It had faded for a while the previous evening but was now back with a vengeance. She stumbled over to the bathroom to get ready, and was soon hobbling out the door of her room, dressed for a day out in black sneakers, blue jeans and a Hogwarts hoodie, clutching her head when she bumped into Westley. 
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https://plus.google.com/115919896358632607474 George George : I LOVE YOU SO BZN Every time she passes by Swinging hips I heave a sigh A Goddess wearing blue jeans...
I LOVE YOU SO BZN

Every time she passes by
Swinging hips I heave a sigh
A Goddess wearing blue jeans, oh, so tight
The way she looks, a magic queen
The way she walks you've never seen
In my dreams I kiss her and I say

Tickle my my imagination
You're exciting, a real sensation, I'm so lonely
I can't live without you no more

I love you so, if you could only know
How my heart is aching, when I'm lonely I feel it breaking
I love you so, if you could only know
How I idolize you, yes, I love you, I do, I do

Yearning eyes, a smiling face
A deep desire, a warm embrace
I'm almost persuaded I'm in love
The way he looks, a fairy king
The way he talks, beats everything
In my dreams I kiss him and I say

Tickle my my imagination
You're exciting, a real sensation, I'm so lonely
I can't live without you no more

I love you so, if you could only know
How my heart is aching, when I'm lonely I feel it breaking
I love you so, if you could only know
How I idolize you, yes, I love you, I do, I do
I love you so, if you could only know
How I idolize you, yes, I love you, I do, I do...
Watch the video: ۞ ۩ ♫ ♥ ☺ Gérard Du Réve ♥ THIS IS FOR YOU ☺ GEORGE GEORGE ♥ ♫ ۩ ۞
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I LOVE YOU SO BZN Every time she passes by Swinging hips I heave a sigh A Goddess wearing blue jeans, oh, so tight The way she looks, a magic queen The way s...
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