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Name:
She Who Must Not Be Named
Age:
29
Gender:
Female
Location:
Possibly the moon

Member since May 10th, 2007

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Greetings from this end of the universe. you appear to have slipped and accidentaly clicked on a link which has led you to my mystical ramblings. i implore you to stay. or not. this is a matter of opinion. namely, yours. or not. are you confused yet?

i may be psycho, i am constantly being accused of psycho-ness

"i'm not psycho...i just like psychotic things."-Gerard Way


I got into MCR about two Earth years ago. you know the feeling that you get when you hear a really, really good song for the first ever time and you feel chills all up your spine and stuff and its like 'O___o whoo i heart this music'??

I HEART HELENA.

its not just the music, if you get what im on about here. its the fact that as a band, theyve been through so much. i admire gerard so much for getting through his addictions. his strength has always been there for me whenever ive had any twisted shit to cope with, cause i know i will be able to get through it. hold your head up high, and all will be okay. Bert's a dick but his music's good.

also, if anyone needs to talk...im pretty much willing to listen.

Here is a Holy List of Stuff That All Must Love And Worship:
1. My Chemical Romance
2. Roses, Switchblades, Pixie Dust
3. Gerard Way's yellow jacket
4. Shiny unicorn pins 8D
5. VAMPIRES! or pirates, if you are frank.
6. one's daily coffee/energy drink fix. why is it that Red Bull must be so disgusting yet at the same time so addictive???
7. PLUSHIES 8D
8. Acts of vengeance. oh, i've exacted a few. just ask.
9. Multiple Croquet mallets :]
10. YOUR FRIENDS.

I have spent many hours pondering over a topic which is this: how manageable do you feel ray's fro is?? i want a fro, but unfortunately my genetic structure allows no fro-y ness. i could get a perm. feedback on this matter would be much appreciated.

allow me to establish that as a person, i am hyper, i am addicted to sugar and mcr and sparkly things, i am really really really annoying and i could fucking start a philosophical conversation about fucking SAXOPHONE REEDS, i dance in innapropriate places, i cant leave a room without screaming 'SO LONG AND GOODNIGHT!!!' i went out to buy TBP the minute it came out, i scrubbed about 50 different bathrooms and babysitted a million screaming children to get enough money for LOTMS, i insist upon leaving for MCR gigs AT LEAST six hours in advance, i ramble, i am addicted to jackets, i cry whenever i hear 'cancer', 'helena' or 'cubicles', gerard way is in fact God, an mcr gig is in fact Heaven, i have dedicated certain days as Magical MCR days in which i and my best friends go out and get completely fucking high on MCRity, i cant fucking stand red eyeshadow which is actually pink when you put it on, i cant fucking stand pink eyeshadow which is actually purple when you put it on, without my eyeliner i may as well be dead, Ray Toro's fro owns me, i was NEVER OKAY, anyone who dislikes MCR may die, youll probably read this, youll probably hate me, youll probably think im crazy but i'm okay with that.



add me. im guessing you probably like MCR, and therefore guessing that ill probably like you.



eternal love and R.I.Pness for Pansy <3


Finally, i am going to present to you some lyrics which bring me great happiness. you may know this song. if you do not then i will be forced to come and skin you alive, pour salt on you, then chop you up into multiple chunks and maybe dye the aformentioned chunks pretty colours. which, when you reflect on it, isnt actually that fucked up.

HEADFIEST FOR HALOS
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all.
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling,

And now the red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling,
And as the fragments of my skull begin to fall,
Fall on your tongue like pixie dust,
Just think happy thoughts and we'll fly home.
We'll fly home.
You and I,
We'll fly home.


C'mon.


Well now I'm back in the middle of the day that starts it all.
I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling,
And now the red ones make me fly,
And the blue ones help me fall,
And I think I'll blow my brains against the ceiling now.
We'll fly home.
You and I,
We'll fly home.


Now honestly, that's what I said to her.
What I said to her.

Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think happy thoughts.
Think ha... WOO!


Thankyou, So Long, and Goodnight.
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