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Name: Travis
Country: Afghanistan
Metro: Kabul
Birthday: 12/1/1900
Gender: Male
Interests: food, chain mail, video games, food, music
Expertise: Pronunciation: "ek-(")sp&r-'tEz, -'tEs
Function: noun
Etymology: French, from Middle French, expertness, from expert
1 : expert opinion or commentary
2 : the skill of an expert
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
Message: message me
AIM:  PlaysWithWire
Member Since:
8/8/2005
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| Here's a few things i made at school today:
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| ok for some reason it wont let me post the pic but here is a link to it http://img411.imageshack.us/my.php?image=shinysphere17ne.jpg
its just something i made in my 3d computer animation class, not by any standards difficult to make, it just looks pretty cool (it did look much better but i had to downgrade the quality in order to upload it) | | |
| Necessary Bloodshed: by Sinai Beach Lord, what more than little good has Your death done?
Lord, why did you give Your Son?
Surely You did it for more than this.
The world lives on in ignorance, filth, and arrogance.
Man wreaks havoc on his inheritance.
Surely You gave Your life.
Surely You gave Your blood,
And Your flesh for more than this.
Lord, what more than little good has Your death done?
Lord, why did you give Your Son?
Surely You did it for more than this.
Your covenant lies highly rejected.
Sadly, it is seldomly accepted.
Yes, to me it means everything,
But to most it means nothing.
Surely You gave Your life.
Surely You gave Your blood,
And Your flesh for more than this.
Surely You died for more than this.
The reason is I.
The reason is one.
You'd suffer and die all over again
For one single person.
And if that one should reject You,
That is the very essence of You:
To give the chance to choose.
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| A Break In The Cloudseak in the Clouds:
"The storm clouds move in overhead, drowning out the light of day. Blinded in the darkness, soul torn apart by the falling rain. Cold and alone, trembling with fear and shame. Arms stretched to the sky as blood drips from my eyes, I wait for a break in the clouds. Withered from the absence of glory, fruitless from the absence of light. Barren from self-reliance, empty but not without hope. I still remember the glory of the light; I know the power of the sun. Amidst the despair, hope will prevail, as calm follows every storm. Hungry for renewal, longing for the warmth that awaits, I wait for a break in the clouds."
-Aletheian | | |
| "And the Lord spake, saying, "First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then, shalt thou count to three. No more. No less. Three shalt be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, nor either count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then, lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it."
Monty Python, Monty Python and the Holy Grail | | |
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