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Sep 08, 2008 04:33PM
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I hate to disagree...Well, no, I don't. I don't like ketchup.
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Hmmmm... does anyone else thinks she's a vampire?
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i hate ketchup, BTW XD
what?! You have sparkly skin and I still don't?!?! Quick, come to my house and bite me!!!
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But wait, I think I already am...except for the sparkly skin part. I'm just really pale. XD
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it's... metallic. i don't mind the taste, but i would never want to be a vampire.
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It is a metalic taste. Don't think I'm a freak, but when I was little I would always bite my lip/tongue/gum so I could have the blood. There actually are people who consider themselves vampires. I saw a movie where a guy's canine teeth were unusually long, and he'd use them to actually BITE people. Apparently he was put away for murder because he cut into a girl's vein. It's, weird.
But they would actually prick themselves and other people, then pour it into a cup. then they'd do all of these rituals.
oo yeah! like that sico in Wales in the 2003 or something who though he was a vampire so he murdured an old lady and took our her heart to drink her blood. *shudder* i only know this because of the report I did on wales... it's such a small country that that made their timeline.
Creepy....Well the other one was in Las Vegas.
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yes. And not the harmless weird like me. XD
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Authors are weird, but in a different way then people who murder other people to drink their blood.
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The blood-drinking people are insane-weird.
authors are somewhere between crazy-weird and weird-weird. It depends on the person.
Me, i'm completely not insane(by accident I was staring at the t.v. while typing and instead I wrote i'm completely insane. So I had to add in not.lol), just very observant.
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look out! the demon zebra dances everywhere!Okay, who here has read The Art of Racing in the Rain? IT IS AWESOME!!!
I LOVE DANCING DEMON ZEBRAS!!!!!!!!!!
I know! It's funny!Quick background for those of you who don't know:
A dog is unfed for three days and starts hallucinating. His owner's daughter has several stuffed animals, and her favorite is a zebra. The dog thinks the zebra came to life and started dancing and hurting all of the daughter's favorite toys. So, he tries to stop him, but suddenly the zebra rips himself open. So the dog goes back into the living room. His owner comes home with his daughter, and the daughter is crying because ALL of her stuffed animals are destroyed. The dog thinks that the zebra reassembled himself and destroyed all the stuffed animals while he was gone. But the owner yells at him because the dog was the one that chewed everything up.
Suddenly the zebra is symbolic for all the evil in the world, and his saying is: Beware, the demon zebra dances everywhere.
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I told you, he was hallucinating. In reality he was the one that ripped them all up. But his hallucination had him being evil to the other toys. In his own words:I heard a sound coming from her bedroom. When I investigated, I saw something terrible and frightening. One of her stuffed animal toys was moving on its own.
It was the zebra. The zebra that had been sent by her grandparents, who may have been stuffed animals themselves for all that we saw them in Seattle. I never cared for that zebra, as it was something of my rival for Zoe's affection. Frankly, I was surprised to see it in the house, since it was one of Zoe's favorites and she carted it around at length and even slept with it, wearing little grooves in its coat just below the animal's velveteen head. I found it hard to believe Eve hadn't grabbed it when she threw together their bag, but I gusess she was so freaked out or so in pain that she overlooked the zebra.
The now living zebra said nothing to me at all, but when it saw me it began a dance, a twisting, jerky ballet, which culminated with the zebra repeatedly knocking down the other toys. That made me quite angry, and I growled at the zebra, but it simply smiled and continued its assault, this time picking on a stuffed frog, which it mounted from behind and rode bareback, its hoof in the air like a bronco rider, yelling out,
"Yee-haw! Yee-haw!"
Heehee.
