

FellaFella put on his costume, ready for Halloween.Fella
When he walked into the outside crowd, he seemed to make a scene.
All paranormal beings had stopped in front of him, to stare.
Never before had they seen, a Halloween costume, scarier than theirs.
Finally, one of the creatures of the night, got up the nerve to ask Fella what he was suppose to be.
Fella looked the monster in the eyes, and replied, me!


What I HATE about you.I hate the way you talk to me,What I HATE about you.
and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you laugh with me,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb goofy smile and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick, it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you sigh.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around,
and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
not even close; not even a little bit; not even at


When I Finally Meet You.Sitting awkwardly bent over in a chair I stare down at my shoes. I rest my elbows on me knees, and my chin in my palms. Staring at the little spots on the shiny linoleum tiles. Figures and scenes flash before my eyes. 'This is it' I hear my conscious tell myself over and over again. This is the day that will change everything. As much as I think I can't completely zone out. This outreaching feeling of self doubt keeps me self aware. I sigh loudly not knowing what to think. A part of me, a very lovely part, knows this will be one of the happiest days of my life. Another, rather ugly side of myself, is afraid I will do something stupid. SomehowWhen I Finally Meet You.
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Don't kill people, it's bad for their health.
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"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure."
- Clarence Darrow
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Indeed.
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I am still a chicken ass...
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