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At 6/7/14 12:43 AM, Voltage wrote:

At 6/7/14 12:39 AM, MetalxTongue wrote:

At 6/7/14 12:37 AM, Voltage wrote: The moment you stop asking stupid questions on the BBS. Great things come in time.

Really? Can you confirm that this will happen? o.O

My existence alone is proof that there is always something greater than God.

God? What is that?

At 6/7/14 12:37 AM, Voltage wrote: The moment you stop asking stupid questions on the BBS. Great things come in time.

Really? Can you confirm that this will happen? o.O

Ki? So we can fly and shit and shot beams out of our hands.

I'll come and test your game for you. :)

Sex is sex.

I just came to share this and ask for a little critique:

The Power of Music
Music makes a story for her
By Ervin Bigehtty
A girl, alone, listens to music all day and all night. She reads books for company, listens to music for comfort, and imagines a world of happiness. She isn’t familiar with socializing, but the characters in the books she reads are. The symphony of music she listens to helps block out the rest of the world and make her reading experience that much more exhilarating. She can remember the names of all the characters in previous books, she also remembers the song that she had on replay to theme the book. She makes every read unique, she picks songs that she believes that would best suit the book. No matter the genre of book or song, she was able to make the two a couple. She would have a horror book matched with a opera, or a love story matched with a rap song. It didn’t matter what she read, she always felt that a song is meant to be listened to while reading. She wrapped herself in happiness and freedom from the rest of the world. She really never leaves her room, unless it is for food or the restroom. When she becomes self conscious of her loneliness and her lack of friends, she plays her lullaby that her mother always sung to her before she went to sleep. The nostalgic feeling of hearing the song, she is reminded that her mother was her best friend. The only person that could really understand her, the only person to make all the loneliness go away. Now, she only has her music and memories of her, to make it go away. She reads herself to sleep, she has the same song playing throughout her sleep, when she wakes she continues where she left off. She hasn’t heard her name in so long, when someone calls her she can only see their lips move, but can never hear it, music blocks it out. Every songs meaning would compliment the meaning of a book, they intertwined.
She doesn’t want people to understand her or know a lot about her. She doesn’t want to hear their judgmental ways, she just wants to be with her friends, her real friends, the ones that love her, the ones that never plan to leave her, her books, the songs, the memories. She doesn’t want to leave this happiness, the worlds that have been created in her mind, she wants to live in them, the music helps make these worlds a reality. When she reads the books, she plays the song that matches it, when she falls into sleep, she begins to lucid dream. The written worlds are now a reality, she can live them, she can become them. The songs allow her to lucid dream, she has the power to alter the story or continue the way it was written. She never finishes the book in her dream only in the real world. She listens to her beautiful music, her freedom, her life, every day of her life. The sounds that have been collaborated to make people feel different, the sounds that have meaning. Most songs that she listens to are instrumentals, rarely songs with lyrics, because the words in the song can become dialogue for a character from book she is currently reading. This will make her wake up, because the words do not fit the story. She is impressed in how she has gotten really good at lucid dreaming. Her first lucid dream was from reading a story about a fox and dog, that became friends and then later in the story they weren’t meant to be friends. The story was so sad, she cried a little, the song that she listening to was the lullaby her mother sung. When she went to bed she listened to the song to sleep, she dreamt that she was the fox and she was losing her friend. She altered the story, so her and her friend weren’t separated and they both lived happily, she woke with tears of happiness. She liked what had happened to her, so went to learn more about the type of dream she had had. When she discovered that she had a lucid dream, she wanted to have more, she liked it, she wanted to alter all her stories that she previously read. When she went to sleep, she listened to the same song but read a different book, she hit a problem, she wasn’t dreaming about the love story she read, she was dreaming about the fox and the dog. She woke, wondering what happened. She tried again, but the same thing happened. She wasn’t able to dream the love story, only about the fox and the dog. She played a different song and read the book again, eventually falling asleep. She was in the love story, the story about a girl meeting a prince and later becoming the princess he falls in love with. She discovered that she can dream about her books, as long as she played a song while reading it and still play it while dreaming. This later on become her hobby, she dreamt a lot, she made her own stories, she made the old stories she read more enlightening, she became a new creator of a world that she created using music to enter it. Her key to the world was the music, the power of the music, the key to her happiness. She plays the lullaby on a regular basis, she alters the story of the fox and the dog, so they can be together, so she can be with her best friend. The lullaby is her way to see her mother again, she is the fox, her mother is the dog, they are now happily together.

I am 6'5, yeah...

At 3/25/14 05:29 PM, ZJ wrote: Everyone judges things including other people. Anyone who says they don't are liars and should be judged based on that.

I like your response the best out of them all. Reason is because it's the truth. Eveyone does and we can't help it.

Do you like judging [people] or is it just a habit? Everyone has there own reason for it. I try my best not to judge, but there are flaws about people that can be easily changed, but these people choose not to change these flaws. So, what are your reasons?

I have never gone out with an ex, probably never will. We split and that's it.

I'll do the cloud character.

At 10/25/13 05:01 AM, TigerJ15 wrote: You can voice for any of the characters listed aboves

Okay is there some kind of script?

I'll be happy to give it try.

I am interested, but I am usure of what character I can voice.

Nope. But I see a lot of people do it.

Yeah, I am a Metal Tongue!

At 8/1/12 02:45 PM, Boomstick wrote: People who always smile seem so fake.

I seem... Fake? No, no, you made be thinking of people that work in a store or something... Their fake. I'm real.

At 8/1/12 01:27 AM, TheLukeinator wrote: Screw you.

Ah, no. What did I do?

At 8/1/12 01:25 AM, saqwert wrote: FUCK SMILES

That's not right... But I am still going to smile.

At 8/1/12 01:25 AM, yugimt wrote: I don't.

Why not?

Do you like to smile? If so smile.... Yeah...

:)

Interesting... Thanks.

Yeah made this and wanted to see if you guys would give me some critique on it. I am just starting out on my arts and this one is of a little spaceman with a it on his hand. So tell me what you think I do not mind any kind of thoughts or opinions on what or how or why...
Adur