[I'm Always BROKE]

I wish the internet's population didn't only excist of socially rejected geeks, emos, nerds and sluts and we had hyper inteligent robotz instead who'd answer all your questions regarding school projects, the news, science and what not. And for your questions about live, you could just email God about it...

Anyone else here wanting to share their visions?

Btw no I'm not stoned right now.

[Mallick]

I see children. Lots of children. There are some children who aren't really children at all, they're just pillars of flame that burn everything they touch. And there are some children who are just pillars of ash, that fall apart when you touch them.

You and I, we are children of flame and ash.

EDIT: btw, I am sotned, lol.

[Toasty]

Diddy Kong, on Dec 11 2008, 04:29 AM, said:

I wish the internet's population didn't only excist of socially rejected geeks, emos, nerds and sluts and we had hyper inteligent robotz instead who'd answer all your questions regarding school projects, the news, science and what not. And for your questions about live, you could just email God about it...

Anyone else here wanting to share their visions?

Btw no I'm not stoned right now.

Who needs robots when you've got me? :mellow:

[I'm Always BROKE]

Excluding you of coarse Toasty. <3 *buttsecks*

[Mallick]

They're all gone, my tribe is gone. Those blankets they gave us, infected with smallpox, have killed us. I'm the last, the very last, and I'm sick, too. So very sick. Hot. My fever burning so hot.

I have to take off my clothes, feel the cold air, splash the water across my bare skin. And dance. I'll dance a ghost dance. I'll bring them back. Can you hear the drums? I hear them, and it's my grandfather and my grandmother singing. Can you hear them?

I dance one step and my sister rises from the ash. I dance another and a buffalo crashed down from the sky onto a log cabin in Nebraska. With every step, an Indian rises. With every other step, a buffalo falls.

I'm growing, too. My blisters heal, my muscles stretch, expand. My tribe dances behind me. At first, they are no bigger than children. Then they begin to grow, larger than me, larger than the trees around us. The buffalo come to join us and their hooves shake the earth, knock all the white people from their beds, send their plates crashing to the floor.

We daance in circles, growing larger and larger until we are standing on the shore, watching all the ships returning to Europe. All the white hands are waving good-bye and we continue to dance, dance untilthe ships fall off the horizon, dance until we are so tall and strong that the sun is nearly jealous. We dance that way.