blackbloodkiller

Long live Czech Republic!!!!!!!

I wonder............

You're surprised by my unlife?

Of course I have a garden--
I love roses, despite the thorns.
Aren't the night-blooming flowers lovely?

Of course I sleep on silk sheets--
They give me sweet dreams.
Wouldn't you love such a decadence?

Of course I keep a well-stocked kitchen--
I do have guests occasionally.
Isn't the garlic braid decorative?

Of course I sip human blood from crystal goblets--
I serve it hot, like sake.
When you want a steak, do you kill a cow?
Of course not. You have someone else do it for you.
Much more civilized.

Perhaps we're not so different after all.
Post this if YOU THINK THE SLAUGHTER OF ANIMALS IS CRUEL, but vampires rule.

(....\............../....) READ THIS PLEASE!!!!
I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian. I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman. I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights. We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time. I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room. I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear. We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men. I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me. I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman. I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male. I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men. I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that. I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual. I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me. I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind. I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love. I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them. I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson" ---REPOST THIS IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG

Night bleeds all colors
from life but she dreams in them
anyhow:

retouches pale sketches of screams
with a burgundy
borrowed from death warrant seals
then shades in
silver kissed moon's razor shadow
descending
in finest Poe style against hyacinth satin
(rememberd of course, from her own casket lining)

til gilding foils this timeless art
for Sun is the only
forbidden pigment.

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I am rage.
I am hate.
I am pain.
I am full of agony over this life.
Take me from this hellish normality
Into that sweet, cool, twisted darkness.
I will not regret the violence;
Anything would be better than this banality.

I ride the bus and see the endless rows
Of blank eyes and blanker souls.
I go to work on a Monday
To deal with idiots and morons.
To cater the whims of petty dictators.
With no power,
Only the desire to inflict the same nonexistence.
They have endured
Onto others.

My heart twists with every passing day
As the bitterness and anger become permanent features of my face
And the darkness within swells and threatens to burst
In a fit of insane screaming and violence.
I have not yet decided whether the target will be

Myself, Or others. Perhaps Both.
To release my frustation with brutal force
As I bloody my head and fists on a wall
Or my coworkers' bodies with bullets of hate.

I would rather stalk the bar-filled night
Than trudge the sun-bleached streets of day
Silent witness to other people's tragedies,
Despiration, and defeat.
I would rather live in a world of nightmare
Than suffer a world with no dreams.
To end what torments me,
Rather than meekly shuffle towards my soul's true death.
I would surely be saner as a madman
Than as a corparate slave.

Let me walk in a world of mystery
Where I alone control my fate,
And that of others.
Give me eternal power
And I will wreak havoc in your name.
Let me be the hunter, not the prey;
The tormentor not the victim.
Give me power
So that when I tell them to go to hell,
I can also send them on their way.

Give me strength, that I may destroy
Give me death, that I may live.

Stereotyping

I am the girl who dresses in all black and never got to finish middle school because I was called emo everyday.
I am the friend afraid to tell you that I'm bisexual, because you'de leave me for it.
I am the girl who loves to read and is pushed into the corner and beat up because of what I love to do.
I am no one. Just the kid that was pushed to far at school for being emo and cut a little too deep.
I'm the teenager who was kicked out of her house because I was caught hugging my girlfriend.
I am the woman who commited suicide just before I graduated highschool. Since I'm a CheerLeader, no one suspected it was coming.
I am the best friend who just found out she has AIDS, and is afraid to tell her parents because she'll be considered gay. My parents would never accept me if I was.
I am the athlete evryone expects to be perfect, when in reality I'm sneaking heroin between games.
I am the girl who is called a slut everyday because I can't afford to buy new clothes every year. My skirt doesn't cover what I want it to.
I am the sibling forced to clean their sister's blood off of the carpet. Why didn't I see it coming?
I am the boy who wakes up crying because the bruises my parents gave me hurt so much, but aren't even noticed because I'm always wearing the baggy clothes the kids in gangs wear.
I am the girl who got raped at twelve and am considered a whore because of it.
I am the gullible parent who let my child hurt themselves. No one can know this. We have to keep this secret. We have to be
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If you believe stereotyping is wrong, PUT THIS IN YOUR PROFILE!!!
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Transylvania, Romania.
Home to the original Vampire Gangsta!!

Me of Course.


How To Write A Poem

Open the windows at night
and invite him in.
Bare your throat
and let him drink his fill.
Dream until he stops,
then write about the dream.

To you the words will seem flat
but those who know will know,
remembering their own nights
of crimson dreaming.

why girls shouldnt cheat on boys
read this it is really sad and sweet but dont cheat


There was once a guy named Jack who
had a
girlfriend
named
Ashley.

Ashley was the most popular girl in school.
The three most
popular
guys were
Tom, Jack, and Marcus. Ashley
thought of
Jack as
OKAY,
but
she REALLy
liked Marcus. Marcus liked Ashley also.
Well of
course
he
did, everyone
did!

Marcus and Jack were worst enemies.
Marcus tried to
steal
Ashley away
everytime he had a chance to. One day,
Marcus asked
Ashley
if
she wanted
to
go to the movies. Jack heard
everything....what
movie
theatre
and what
time.

Jack approached the movies that night
and
followed Ashley
and
Marcus.
Jack sat right behind them. he
watched them
get close
to
each
other and
kiss....not only kiss, but practically get it
on in the
theatre.
Marcus
told ashley "Do you want to come to my
place and
skip this
boring
movie?" She
replied "hell yeah."

Jack had peeked through Marcus'
window.
Ashely and
him
were
messing
around and then they had sex.
Jack watched the whole
thing.

The next day at school Jack wasn't
there. For
the next
few
days Jack
wasn't there. A week later his mother
found him in
his
closet
dead... he
commited suicide because he had loved
Ashley so
much.
Next
to
Jack's dead
body was a note.

A note that read: My dearest Ashley, I
watched you
at the
movie
and at
Marcus' house and I will continue to
watch you.
I never
thought you
would
do something like this to me. I really
loved you
ashley. I
died
for you just
like Jesus died for us.

Always with you, Jack

Please foward this or Jack will
haunt
you and try
to kill you because he wants everyone to
know
about
Marcus.

Thank you.

Please Scroll Down.
['In loving Memory of']
**Jack Halagey**
What Jack did to one person who did
not send
this.......

One girl was looking through her e-mail
and she
['deleted']
this
message
thinking it was another silly forward...the
next day
she
['was']
['found dead in']
['her bed']

['Of course u don't have to send this but I
think
Jack
Halagey' will come soon to get you like
tonight
when you are
still awake just sitting in bed']

Repost this as "why girls shouldn't cheat
on boys"
or u will
lose
the one u love

''Brown Eyes''
Either sexy as heck or are adorable. Loves to make new friends. Their relationship tends to be very honest because if they aren't truly in love, then the relationship won't work. They fall easily for their best friends. Will do anything for that special person. Kind and polite. Enjoys being with their guy/girl. LOVES to party. Can make ANYONE laugh or cheer them up. Loves to please the one they care for or love. is NOT THE PERSON YOU WANT TO PISS OFF!!!!! Great Kisser. Repost this if you have brown eyes and you will find the one that you are meant to be with within the next 7 days

Rap sucks ass so put this in your profile:

R: Retards
A: Attempting
P: Poetry
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"His hands were quick, his fingers strong
It stung a little but not for long
And those who thought him a simple clod
Were soon reconsidering beneath the sod"

"The Ballad of Sweeney Todd" by Stephen Sondheim.



♪♫♪♫Music is like candy... you gotta throw out the rappers



[color=DarkRed]LONG LIVE PRAGUE!!!![/color

]Isnt it funny that when you go to the shops with your friends you look down at the girl with black jeans and studs but smile at the girl wearing a mini with a tshirt that barely covers anything?

Isnt it funny you can change your music taste to impress a guy but when it comes to a girl who likes her own music and her own style, you give her a mouthful?

ISNT IT FUNNY that a guy can get away with being a "gangsta" but the emo gets a mouthful from everyone?

Are you laughing?

Isnt it funny how an emo can be quiet all through the week but gets more shit from everyone than the girl who sleeps around and sells her virginity?

ISNT IT FUNNY that you dont mind your friends drinking, smoking but the minute someone mentions emo music! you can give them a lecture on melodramatic teenage outcasts?

Im not laughing!

ITS SO FUNNY that you and your friends can make a girls life hell and not know anything about the silent battle she might be fighting.

ISNT IT FUNNY that you can call the emos, punks and the goths the retards but still manage to get through your day without an inch of guilt in your heart.

ISNT IT FUNNY HOW YOU CAN CALL A GIRL A POSER, HOW CAN YOU SAY "YOUR NOT EMO" OR "ATTENTION SEEKER" WITHOUT SPENDING A SECOND TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHY THERE ARE CUTS ON HER WRISTS AND WHY SHE SPENDS HER LUNCHTIMES CRYING INSTEAD OR LAUGHING WITH HER FRIENDS.

KEEP ON LAUGHING!

Isnt it funny you can say and do all this without any idea of what is going on in this persons life
without knowing her situation with her friends
or her family
_________________________or her LIFE

BRAVE IS NOT GOING UP ON STAGE AND STRIPPING
BRAVE IS NOT
SAYING A SPEECH
BRAVE IS NOT
DUMPING YOUR BOYFRIEND
BRAVE IS. . .
. . . . . LISTENING TO YOUR OWN MUSIC AND
___________________________BEING PROUD OF IT.

Forgotten Children lyrics

Just a normal day
Streets turn into graves
Traces have been removed
The search was disapproved
So cold the night
The weak ones lose the fight
Too many of them out there
No one seems to care

Lost and so alone
Born but never known
Left all on their own
Forgotten children
We'll never hear a name
They carry all the blame
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children

They see, they feel, believe
Just like we do
They're laughing, and crying
Wanna live here
Like me and you

Eyes without light
Too tired of good-byes
Never felt embraced
And frightened of every face
A life in disguise
Hope forever died

Lost and so alone
Born but never known
Left all on their own
Forgotten children
We'll never hear a name
They carry all the blame
Too young to break the chains
Forgotten children

They see, they feel, believe
Just like we do
The're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
Like me and you

It shouldn't really be that way
It shouldn't really be that way

We see, we feel, believe
Just like you
We're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
We see, we feel, believe
Just like you
We're laughing and crying
Wanna live here
Just like you

Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity

He woke up from his dreams into a nightmare, hearing the screams of another man and the deafening thud of something
sharp hitting meat.

Monstrous world--
It is not that people are evil;
Most are not,
Perhaps no more than ever.
But people.
Good and evil alike,
Maybe the good even more than the evil,
Beleive evil normal.
How to explain?