Not even werewolf Bar Mitzvah is cheering me up, I'm fucked
Kurt Trimbo
Vancouver, Washington, United States 
Did your first summer youth job require a orginized homicide?
Full Name: Spookyboots the Horrific
Occupation: backstabbing, sapping, pew pewing, firin mah lazar, making babies cry, master batting
Special Ability: Being an asshole
Known Strengths: Able to access targets based on threat level, batting
Known Weaknesses: Getting carried away when pew pewing, screaming obsenities, crit rockets
Battle cry: "FUCK IT!"
LESSON NUMBER 1: No one likes your doodoo, it goes somewhere secret or stays in your butt.
When I was a kid I saw a light
Floating high above the trees one night
Thought ‘twas an alien
Turned out to be just god
it comes with this really romantic fist attachment
sometimes things just disappear
Notres Langues Nous Trompent
I bleed onto a page for you where diction has lost all its meaning,
and secrets fall from lips like dying petals in a forgotten garden.
Believing language we speak in tongues deceiving ourselves,
my heart whispers in forms that twenty years of reason and cognition have rendered useless.
If only you could hear what I have seen for aeons before this zero.
To see our system as a void, to believe ourselves immune--
To never feel our wings melting.
We are all spirits trapped and dying.
Trapped and dying.
You and I - Forever lasts a moment
i know the trees lost their leaves longs ago, its just the air seems so much coler now, if i could do it again i'd do it differently, do you hear the bells ringing, they're ringing, but where is my angel, but where is my angel, words they come and kill, never long enough, but where is my angel, but where is my love(you said forever would last this time) waiting (you speak as fast as you leave), these past few weeks have been hand, and i just sit there and tell myself that it will workout in the end, always fooling ourselves these times of watered eyes, i felt selfish having desires, you'll have to excuse me because i'm so selfish, i just realize there somethings i need, isn't this life so wonderful, isn't this life fucking shit, the bells are ringing but where's my angel, i never believed in much but i believed in you, surrendered everything but your not listening, if i would have knowon this yesterday i should have killed myself, because forever lasts a moment, what is sense(so high on adoration) from cold hands, (its like kissing long, lost love but november has chapped my lips, cracked lips bleed), some years before or was it years after sense driven lips they wandered, where's my angel, (i carved"hope" in my wrist, i bled hope from my life), sound in, but where's my angel( no i can't see the truth in your eyes), ask what would you fall in love for, touch it and so it died, what's that in pretentious dreams, mechanic humility, where's my angel.
Notres Langues Nous Trompent 
See, when you break your heart, nothing really breaks.
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The Pyro Pals
Group Type
We want to set the world on fire!
We might not kill you, but we will burn your team to the ground!
Membership:
Clan Leader- Pipe Dreamer
Pyro Pal A - Heart Burn
Pyro Pal B - The Kraken
Pyro Pal C - Spookyboots the Horrific
Pyro Pal D - Baron Von Fancypants
Pyro Pal E - Forklift
Pyro Pal F - Deathkitten
Pyro Pal G - Cuuniyevo
Pyro Pal H - Deisel 9
Pyro Pal I - I_Have_No_Name
Pyro Pal J - SolidStache
Pyro Pal K - Witty Banter
Pyro Pal L - Ensy
Pyro Pal M - A:\
Pyro Pal N - Gojira!
Pyro Pal O - Mr. Cool Ice
Pyro Pal P - J. Toe
Disclaimer: We don't consider ourselves a clan, but rather a group of friends that play together. So please don't try and provoke us by calling us clan fags and whatever else, half of us are usually drunk anyways.
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