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[size=1] I have wanted to see this movie for a long time. Ever since it came out in theatres I have wanted to see it. Hopefully I shall rent it on DVD/Video; once I do, I shall reply to this thread wencemore.[/size]

[size=1] I don't know. What is wrong with music these days...? This is why I can't stand watching MTV.[/size]

hes a man HES a MAN hes a man a fairy tale man a fairy tailed man grown in whiskers in the whiskers of the skin the crawling little livings of an entertainer's lung saps his head to his love. what was his name they whisp'r in the fields talking about the murder where he was killed and raped and beaten and strangled and left to die in the fields and forests that he enabled he was man. simple as can. and he died one day as he sat on a river and muddied his hands in blood. the endless handles of a chair's leather still holds them in and as they watch their lives they live again. TV's sin. man reborn again. in the forest of their dreams spiders webs in the trees kissing lovers kiss their leaves and blow their heads down through their knees. pleasurable how pleasuring. another spud is born another leaf is cut and another fungus made to carry the bud. man died long ago in the forest of his dreams the machines where he built too many and saw too obscene. fountains o your feary in the claws of trees the bears have hit them and the fur's to be seen. bearly burly and clean repeat, reclean, wash your dreams create a stream in the forest in the trees another man another being.

[size=1] I also love it how you bring back a thread that is three months old! And you say, "the superhuman things so cool, when he spilts the ground and cuts it in half and goes all wavye." Wayne's World. Excellent. Rock on Garth. And beat a thread to bleeding.[/size]

[size=1] It was pretty nicely done. [quote]?What the f--k happened.? Jake asked.[/quote] This should be "What the **** happened," Jake asked. A comma, not a period. This is a really small thing, but what the hell, might as well be zealous. [quote]You know that cliché, ?life flashing before your eyes?? It?s true. [/quote] Get rid of this sentence. I totally hate cliches, and I totally hate the mentioning of one and saying, "Yes, that's true." It's totally uninventive and stupid. Heh. Otherwise, I did not even care about this piece as a whole. You did not really set up the scene too powerfully, did not give incite into character's thoughts. Well, not in a way that attracted my attention, at least. This made me not care about the piece, not gain what I needed to understand it as a whole. And the fact that every name starts with "J" just makes it even worse. Names mean nothing to me, and having them all just the same first letter is even worse. As a reader I didn't care for any of the characters at all. So what's needed is some deeper characterization. Instead of just saying things like they are, any good writer will show you. You did show, but at the same time, you didn't make the reader care too much at all, and you didn't make us care about one particular character too much. Mostly I stumbled through this piece with what I came with. I came as open as I could, and found I didn't care much for what was happening. To appeal to a reader, you have to give your characters meaning and give them a good characterization. You didn't achieve this enough. And the writing itself didn't interest me too much; I'd say what I liked the most was the description of the flies buzzing in and out of his skull. That was a nice, gritty picture. Get rid of all the f-words. It comes off as useless if you're trying to attract my attention, and doesn't really add too much over all. Basically all Charles said, only I'm being more harsh.[/size]

[size=1] This is OB. This isn't any other forum. I think this is enough said. It makes you look unhuman, stupid, idiotic, dumb, lackluster, untangible, untelligible, ungraspable, and above all, UNREADABLE. Honestly, if I see some newbie post even here and it's not written in paragraphs and is not written with proper spelling and grammar and doesn't have proper capitalization (such as : OMG WTF LolKQW#O!J@), then I will not read it.[/size]

[b]murder me[/b] life munches murder me. inside my pain the bloodflower cruel. twinkle twinkle stupid star. how i wonder where you are murder me. life munches chews skin to muscle lines then bones. muscle,bone,skin, deep in me. life munches chews skin. it's either life murders me. or i murder me. choose neither and choose none. fate's wide eyes through freedom's ribs. the sleep monster sins. and bleeds in the darkness that is not feeling,is not killing, is not living,nor breathing,nor needing. just breeding. just sleeping,justdreaming, just cleaving. here inside my wall. waiting for the worms the barnacle's claw that is my brain's wide beady eyes. fate's wide eyes. murder me. life munches chews skin. rips my heart. and eats of it. wandered in the desert of my mind,the barnacle's claw found me, sitting alone,behind my wall tearing my heart out, blood be red there i talked to me,my life's shed. "do you eat oyour heart," i asked in the most quiet lisps of my tongue. "no," was the answer. "it eats me." "does it be bitter?" for bitter be bitter as bitter fingers are. he ate of his heart,after so looking to me. "bitter, yes. but it be bitter because i be bitter." he puked of my heart on desert granite and died to my feet murdered by his heart. torn to sleep's death. looking to the clouds where choirs sing above of god's greatness clue. and finding the clouds to be deep blotches of wounds. just sleeping,justcleaving, tighter than a man's head. and tighter than a mangled deathbird. life is live even in the sky breathing its hoe to space's lips. what a whore's lips blackness be. and eternally the dead man buried in his grave died deamed he puked of my heart on dessert granite and died to my feet murdered by his heart. torn to sleep's death. looking to the clouds where choirs sing above of god's greatness clue. and finding the clouds to be deep blotches of wounds. just sleeping,justcleaving, tighter than a man's head. and tighter than a mangled deathbird. life is live even in the sky breathing its hoe to space's lips. what a whore's lips blackness be. and eternally the dead man buried in his grave died. kissed by the whore that life knelt. that stabbed rustily in his throat. tear out my heart there be a hole in my chest that will bleed the brightest red so all can drink of death. tear out my eyes there be a hole in my head that will be the brightest black so all can drink of death. tear out my arms and my legs murder me. monsterous monstrosity the humanity of life's heavetear out my eyes there be a hole in my head that will be the brightest black so all can drink of death. tear out my arms and my legs murder me. monsterous monstrosity the humanity of life's heave. endlessly clutching me. in my sleeve. and in my lungs. the oxygen's cleave cuts me to life. shoot out my lungs and smoke them with smoke then tie a tight rope on the end of the lump. pulling tightly to shove. life rapes you into life then murders you out of it all. lovely. like being a virgin in the flow of nothing. then nihilistically life creates and inseminates a lover's pleasure to make another being forever. so i can kiss another lover's pleasure to make another being forever. murder me. grey me. wrinkle me. shoot me. strangle me. i'm amazed i've survived. survival saved my life. the life's clutch that chokes shall kiss my wounds life rapes you into life then murders you out of it all. lovely. like being a virgin in the flow of nothing. then nihilistically life creates and inseminates a lover's pleasure to make another being forever. so i can kiss another lover's pleasure to make another being forever. murder me. grey me. wrinkle me. shoot me. strangle me. i'm amazed i've survived. survival saved my life. the life's clutch that chokes shall kiss my wounds and masochistic,make a new moon. an interstellar birth am i back,a star,to rot my time. sleepmaker,take your sweet insanity. to sleep is to be,for a moment, meaningless. life's endlessness. tedium,meticulum,fastidium, built block by block,by reaction. by fraction,intention,and inflection. muder me. MURDER ME. MuRdER Me. i live to breathe. to die to heave to sleep to be to hate to love to need to heed to be to intend to cleave to cut to wound to rot to decay to sheave to kiss to miss to feel to kill to motion to devotion to layer to care to hair to brain to never ever change. to always be the same. to live in the whore's lips. the anal retentive click. the dream that dreams the dream of my existence. to be gone to be dead to not be here to never feel to never need to never shed to never cry to never touch to never learn to never turn to never kiss to never want to never be. the most best of all things. the whore's lips deny and leave me benign. leave me to find. life rapes you into life. gives you an umbilical dream in the light. then kills you in cold blood, in cold night in cold blood. life murders murder me. life murders and ends all. suffering suffer suffering suffer suffering pleasure suffer pleasuring suffering pleasure suffer pleasuring sickness deathing living machine. the endless knee of knees. the endless fingers of finger. the endless hands of hand. the bodies body of the land. living to stand. erotically painfully so light headed. so beheaded. so vented. so close,so gutted. break me through freedom's ribs so i can end at love's sin suffering suffer suffering suffer suffering pleasure suffer pleasuring suffering pleasure suffer pleasuring sickness deathing living machine. the endless knee of knees. the endless fingers of finger. the endless hands of hand. the bodies body of the land. living to stand. erotically painfully so light headed. so beheaded. so vented. so close,so gutted. break me through freedom's ribs so i can end at love's sin. for i need and for i want. and so life lives. to want. and need. to suffering. murder me.

[size=1] Then why does God, if you believe in him? Exactly. It's contradicting. And somehow I don't believe you either lol.[/size]

[size=1] I cannot do that, since, when I click on IE and it runs it will not load sites because of my parental controls. Duh.[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by KnightOfTheRose [/i] [B]Let's remember that this is a murder thread and not a suicide thread. That's a few topics down... *rolls eyes* On to a more psycological debate. A lot of the killers out there are mentally deficiant in some way or another. One might have some kind of abnormal mass that blocks the reasoning portion of the brain. Another might just not realize it's wrong. Yet another might even have another personality doing the murders. That's not the point I'm trying to make. For people that have done everything that you can possibly do, I'm sure life can get a little boring. You're a genius. You make seven or eight figures a year. You have a wife. A family. A dog/cat/goldfish/gerbil/ferret/whatever. What's left? How about the pure thrill of extinguishing a life without the slightest fear of the reprocussions? That entrances me. I can imagine killing someone. I can almost garauntee that I would enjoy it. The only thing that stops me from doing it is that I am afraid of what would happen to me afterward. I'm smart enough to not leave evidence. I'm smart enough to get rid of possible identifying marks (i.e. dental, fingerprints, unique marks or scars). But my mind would bring me down. Remorse? No. I have almost complete control of my emotions. In fact, the only ones that give me trouble are love, lust, and fear. Fear would be my downfall. I haven't seen anyone murdered, or murdered someone, yet. [/B][/QUOTE] [size=1] It's time to shoot this thread full of some morphine. Relieve the pain by bringing on more pain. There is a murderer in all of us. Each and every one. We all have the potentialities, we all have the hands and mind and intent to know how to do it. But it is wrong. To an understood, logical person, it is. Somewhat. Imagine one's self as a stupid, meek, unintelligent, unintangible creature. A stupid, dumb thing. Do you think morals would ever come into killing one of your own kind? No, they would not. It would be what nature's way is--survival of the fittest. This said, if we were reduced to that mental level, we would kill one another if so it was needed, perhaps. I am not even talking cave men intelligence--even they have more intelligence than what I am subjecting. So is that wrong? Again, our mind says it is. But this is the way things are. But murder is a worse thing, right? Murder is killing one with [i]intent[/i], with no [i]purpose[/i]. This is true. It's cold-hearted, pre-conceived, pre-warmed thoughts of killing an innocent person. How is this different than wartime deaths? These "soldiers" as they be are given an easier death, at times, than a murderer would admission, but this aside, how is that different? It is people being killed innocently, stupidly, for imaginative borders and controls. It is purposeless, endless, human nature. It is all about control, that is what war is. It is a way to make peace from pieces. This is what, I believe, one of a murderer's motives is: control. Often, murderers are mentally derranged, hemorraged people that have undergone molestation, beating, large amounts of horrid things, and are even oftentimes forced into practices or purposes. They are often lonely people, people that are socially inept, that are driven by what has driven them all their lives: the constant injustices to themselves that, mentally, have destroyed them. I think they do it to escape; to escape as any other. Escape as a writer writes to escape. Escape as a pagan dwells incessantly in religion to escape. Escape as an athletle excercises to escape. Escape as any other to escape. It's like anything; it gets addicting. The feeling gets to more feeding. The need to control someone, to have every inch of them on your hands and life is thrilling to these people I suppose. It gives them something that they've never felt before. Murders also are obssesed, sometimes, with the way blood and gore feels. The way cutting a person, tearing out organs, feeling them in their hands, feels. Because they find the human body interesting, they find looking at organs interesting. They find how they feel or cling or feel to their touch interesting in a sexual manner as well as an anatomical matter. They also find the cat-and-mouse game, the dog-eats-dog manner of killing someone thrilling as well. They do it for many reasons, some I cannot even imagine. But when it comes down to it, the root is in human nature. It is within our natures to warrant death to others. It is within our natures to love seeing others suffer, to love knowing that you are stronger than another and have control. Let me ask you, what is good? What is bad? All they are is things that, over time, have come into society and mankind showing us what they are. Bad is good and good is bad. What's bad to me could be good to you. What's good to me could be bad to you. Who has the right to say what is wrong? No one, really. There are certain set interdictions and such, but really, they only coerce another form of control that tells you what is right and what is wrong. Bad is what's taught to us, as we grow, to be wrong. Good is what's taught to us, as we grow, to be good. Even God says that there's a right and wrong. And if we are wrong, we sin. I do not see the big matter in sin; all humans shall sin, as much and close to God and being great as they be. It is human nature, just as killing is, just as striving to outlive and be better is. There is not stopping it, and I do not believe I would want to be forgiven for them, either. They are a part of me, for, isn't my human natures a part of me? Certainly. So I ask you, in a killer's eyes, don't they see what they are doing as right? Don't they think it has some merit, some reason? They do, and if you cannot see this, then you are too narrow. Each of us has the potential to kill someone, and I'm sure some will not stop at saying that they have wanted to kill someone before. I do believe in original sin in this form. That we are born with murderers able to be made. Lovers able to love. Hates able to hate. It's just that all the things labeled as "bad" by society, and all other humanly devices forces and shows us what is right so it's to where we take it as literally what good and bad are. That isn't right, exactly, in my opinion. Has anyone heard of the Donner Party? They are a party that were moving west in the US, and got trapped upon a moutain. They ate each other. Are they murderers? No. They were doing what's in their human natures, surviving. But obviously this isn't the main motive from a murderer.[/size]

[size=1] Here is the main thing I would love to point out: Words are only words. Words are only letters. And letters are only smudges and lines and symbols that form a whole that means something in its diction. That is all words are. Nothing more or less. Like God, without faith in them, and belief, then they mean nothing. Just as someone who speaks a different language and speaks to us. Looking to that, what is so bad about "swear" words? They are fundamentally just symbols and vowels and stresses invoked by a voice box that form the driveled something the insults people on a societal level. You notice that uninhibitioned, many people will swear. And they do not care. You need to be exteremly, orthodoxily sensitive to everything that hits you. Otherwise you end up being insensitive, and stupid and ignorant. And without sensitivity there is no room for maturation, growth, and seeding in this world.[/size]

[size=1] I do not set goals much. It is a stupid thing to do; I would much rather live life as it is now. "You have built castles in the sky," and now I shall, day by day, build the bases to this in my own way. I do not call anything I have a goal. A goal is a set thing that you will reach at all interdictions. I rather just, very broadly, hope to become a writer. Perhaps get some books of poems published. Perhaps go under a penname. Perhaps go under the name of MG Smith. Nothing more than that. And even that said, I do not know if writing is for me.[/size]

Experimental: A man with large eyebrows stood out to her from the cliff, climbing up it with not effort at all. Ven stared at him with little care and little interest. She turned around from the man, crossing her shoulders tight. "Ha ha," said the man to her as he walked over. "Venny dear, now please, do dance with me here upon this very cliff. For I wish to feel you in my arms, and wish to make you smile." The man held out his hand, placing it right in her line of vision. There was a sudden blur, like spinning fast and endlessly around and round in circles. Suddenly there was not a cliff. And there was not a man. Venny stood on a marble floor the glimored in the light. And through the light, Ven could see her face, her usual, meaningless face. The dark, black hair stood on her head, matted and fritted around in mangled curls. Her thin eyebrows, fuzzy, sat meek on her face, dancing up on her eyes. The eyes she saw did not look like her own. In them, through the reflection, she could see herself still standing on the cliff, the man's hand in her line of vision, the careless look on her face. She smiled from seeing herself in her eyes and began to laugh. Stomping the ground, tears began to run down her face, carless, absent tears; tears that a tree would never cry. Tears that a stolid, unemotional girl like Venny would not cry. And even through her tears, she continued to cry. She cried because she knew what was going to happen on that cliff, with the man. She knew it well. The man would put his arms around her, force her to dance while he hummed a beat. And Venny would not want to dance, no she wouldn't. She would tell him no, over and over again. Tell him no until she thought she knew nothing--not even his name. And she watched this, on the marble floor, through her reflection, her eyes. She say the naive, stupid girl struggle not to dance, and she watched as she knew what was going to happen happen. The man began frantically grabbing her as Ven finally decided to climb back down the cliff. She paused on the edge, preparing her grappling materials, getting ready to go down as fast as she could. And then she had felt a stern hand grab her shoulder like a thin branch. Suddenly all she could feel was pain and hurt. As she stared at her reflection in her eye, she could feel the pain. And as soon as the pain came, drops of blood began falling on the marble floor. Drops of pain, of wounds. She couldn't see her reflection any longer as the blood continued to drip. She began walking off, leaving the blood on the ground, the memory of the images in her eyes that she could see. Suddenly she slipped on the floor, fell on her knees, and her arm fell on top of her head as she felt liquid drip onto her. Venny knew what it was, and looked at it, fixated. There on her arms stood one of the scars she had gotten from the man. It was large, gashed her entire wrist up to the near end of her arm. It was bleeding freshly, and she looked at it for a long time, still on the ground. She began picking at it [i]Pick pick pick pick pick pick pick pick[/i] She couldn't stop herself. It felt good to pick it, it was like having an orgasm. Only it wasn't. The sore continued to grow bigger and bigger. Ven picked off half the scar, then finally, as if she had come out of her fixation, she stood up. She was no longer on a marble floor or looking down in her eyes seeing herself and the man. She was no longer there. Slowly, cautiously, she rolled over on her bed, feeling around for any human forms. Her hand came over a thick, even-muscled arm. She screamed, and pulled the covers off the arm, revealing the whole body. There he lay, dead.

[b]murther[/b] "And methought, why does murther sleep, and, talking to meself i think i could never know. "Murther only comes to them that hear it, only them to feel it in their heads. "All them who know it, alas, they end up dead and lest me die, me should never face murther in his face. "For me have faced murther, but only from me hands an me actions. an never have i known but in my sleep. "He sleeps inside me head, wakens when i sleep so deeply me do not know what me do in me sleep. "Me have opened me eyes and seen me murther only once. "The man me was killing was in me eyes as me looked at im in unbelief. "When me say this, an i see im in my eyes i feel so strange. it's as if me feel bizarre. "The man me saw, he looked at me an me at im. an when me moved me eyes he moved with me. an when me looked in murther's face he looked with me. "The man was me, me was him. and long we stared for long time and long fortune. "Then slowly, me began to hurt all over an it came an started in me back. "The pain was sharp; me tried to scream, an so did he. what came out never came. "An me back began to wear out; me saw his face, and knew it was mine. an his hair was greying an his skin becoming wrinkled. "And me felt me hair, me found it dying. an me felt me skin, me found it dying. "And me watched for long, an his face changed as me own. an we slowly died together "And methought, why does murther sleep, and talking to meself i thought i should never know. "And methought also there be a murther in all of us."

[size=1] I was just dramatizing things like he did. Really, I understand, but someday he'll look back at it and not even care.[/size]

[b]mame[/b] And the clouds burst to show daylight's hearse. we drove him to his grave, the man, who had rottened from the murderer's hands. just we have realized that dirt quench the dead. so bury him. let him work his head. [b]ugles[/b] of course id like to sit round and chat and talk bout this and that and drivel on bout bats bleeding ugles they are. driving is such a sad man and id like to know who amy thought she was punching the drunk man at his parade. were such bats. batty slapped my knee shes in love with em k i s s i n g the f r o g g y. LOVE IT TILL ITS GONE BABE. i ant and i sting. dont ever believe in fantasies. dont ever believe in fantasies.

[size=1] How can you hate movie previews? The last move I saw, they showed previews for that Russell Crowe movie that is coming out, the next Lord of the Rings movie, and the next Matrix movie. What's not to love? I guess some of you just aren't true to movie. You see, movie's really a swell guy when you're swell to him. Movie is a patient man, like Santa Clause only he comes to us each year many times a year. Ho ho ho! And some whores too! And a garden hoe to hoe the weedless little bigots that don't like movie previews! On womanizer, on sexer, on dasher, on bitcher, away!!!!!! Ho ho ho. [b]Note: This post not endorsed by the Nation Woman's Association for Mutilated Chickens.[/b][/size]

[size=1] OMG MY TEACHER SAYS BAD WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I also find it funny you have Walt Whitman quoted in your sig. Do you even stand for transcendentalism (or however the hell it is spelled)...because I don't think, from what I've learned of it, that someone would take offence to such language. Why can a word be bad? Because someone says it is bad. They got bad. The words are tainted in a culture where every little thing is faceted. I find nothing wrong with swearing. If it gets people's attention, do it. If it more shows what you're trying to say, say it. If it feels good to swear, swear. It's better than stalking around like you're the muffin man and murdering innocent peaches. Especially peach heads. Was gay originally a bad word? No, it meant happy. Was bastard originally a bad word? No, it means a motherless child. Was **** originially a bad word? No, back in Shakespeare's day the word was even used. Was ***** always a bad word? No, it means female dog. Do you see what I mean? If you take offense to language directed at you, then you're pretty sensitive. This is the way the world is. Live with it.[/size]

[size=1] This post is so vague that I don't even have much to say. You come off us uncaring yourself, being so vague and smudgy as you are with your words. So thus these leads you with less to say, less focus, and me less to post. There isn't a big deal here, which you'll eventually realize. You act like it's you and some long-lasting mate you've had breaking up. (Maybe it is? I cannot tell, you are so vague). You'll eventually look back on it, as with all things blown out of squeeze, and realize that it was stupid to make such a big deal about it. There are 6,000,000,000 people on this Earth. Live with it; one of those has to be a good friend. Plus there's other people that always have it worse than you. You just don't have the right to feel so bad, like the world's ending, like it's all crumbling when even you yourself have it easier than most. My family has moved about 7 times in all. I've had friends. I've lost them. I have it worse than you, don't I? At least friend-wise. When it comes down to it, do I even care that you lost a friend, or whatever? No, I do not. If you want to ***** at something, ***** at yourself. Not me. Not OB. And not in such a vague, self-handing way.[/size]

[size=1] Stupid title aside, I actually have something to address in this thread. I did PM James about this...but I don't know if it's actually fixable. I'm not really complaining in this thread...just curious as to how many people this happens to as well. I think it owes its affliction in AOL users. That is what I am forced to use. Anyways, to the point. Every once in a while at unbeknownst intervals, as I click into OL, and other places, quite often, it says my IP is banned and will not let me go into OL, or wherever. It mostly happens in OL, but has happened in the second pages of threads.. I'd just like to know if anything could be done; of others that are afflicted with it; and...yeah. It's annoying a lot of the time. SO LIKE OMG WTDF HLP ME!1111!11. ...Yes.[/size]

[size=1] I have not seen the first movie, as Tony, and I haven't even seen much Horror movies; I've just begun...so shall I say my "adventure" to see the older, mostly better (or so I am guessing) movies. The only reason this movie was as good as it was to me was because I was just in the mood for something like it. I actually really didn't care about the characters, I'd say. Half the time I wanted to scream at that one blonde girl (I believe she was Blonde) and tell her to do something, which, in her imminent panic she had not done. I agree with Tony that the members of the family were a little...unneeded. I liked the little kid, he was interesting enough...and the sheriff person I understand being in there as well...but all the rest, it just didn't make too much sense. It's just the way they did the family as a whole...I guess. Whatever the case, the family, and the way they presented them did not work too well. When I finally see the first TCM, I believe I will grow to like what people have said about the way it is recorded--it shall add to the atmosphere, I am sure. The movie was pretty predictable--and the ending, don't even get me started. How that dumb blonde escaped, I do not know. She ran off into a meat factory...was stupid enough to get into a passing truck, and she couldn't even articulate crap. I did like the irony of how at the beginning of the movie that one person they'd picked up had been in the same state of panic. I don't know, is someone really that reticent when they are in a panic? I'd be outpouring what had happened to me over and over again. The effects and gore and such was, of course, well done, and I'm betting to say well above the original's. It was actually a pretty decent movie; but really, the movie just feels like...a story I've heard a million times. The basic dog eats dog formula that dots the horror genre's skin; well, at least from what I've seen. [i]Identity[/i] I saw recently after this. It had nearly the same type of story...but that movie was actually interesting for how it turned out, so I really liked it better a tad. I really liked TCM when I first saw it, I must say, but that is only because, as I said, I was just in a mood for this stuff, and it led me to thinking of things, and also realizing how horrible this world is at times. [/size]

[size=1] Heh. I feel somewhat...timid...and hard talking well when I first become accustomed to something heh. Greek? I'm wondering...how similiar is that to Latin? That is what I'm taking. Maybe you don't know, heh. So what language do you like the best? What do you think of English? Do you think it's very portable, and easy to make wonderful things with; because I do. I shall E-mail you, or something. I know this is somewhat like twenty questions, but I'm supposing you like answering them. I'm just a curious person, I suppose. I don't envy you in an envying way. It's more like...I'm glad that you do what you do, and I hope to do something greater or as great someday. Music's just like that to me...as it is to you. I just said envy because I couldn't think of a more specific word. German seems like a cool language. Have you heard of Rammstein? I'm sure you have. That's all of German music I've heard. I've mostly heard American, of course, since this is where I live. Yeah; a lot of words in German are very close to English...since English is a combination of many languages; including Latin, and Germanic origins. That's about all I can think of to say at the moment.[/size]

[size=1] If you want to sound like a five-year-old, by all means, sound like one. Be a premature, presedated 17-year-old; for that is how old it says you are in your signature. And I find it funny that that is how old I be. But there's no buzzing in be; and in bee, there buzz a hive of stings. I do not believe I have answered my favorite season. Well, I say fall. It's when my birthday is--it has a creepy feel to it--I love the cold-warm weather, and I like the leaves.[/size]

[size=1] Heh, not a problem. Anyone that is in a band/has been has an immediate interest heh. Music is one of the main things that I feel matters the most to me. I sort of envy you, in a cool way, I suppose. I have recently really wanted to learn to play guitar--and I'll probably be getting one for Christmas--and I also write lots of poetry. I hope to be a part of a band someday, or make some music. I'd be interested to hear the new band you'll be a part of. Even if it might be in another language, perhaps? Or was the songs you posted actually in a different language, and then you translated them? Also, I'm wondering, how many languages do you speak? I kind of asked too many questions, but ah well. Thanks for posting your songs.[/size]

[size=1] You have a pretty good songwriting style. I liked "Falling" best, especially at the end. I am wondering, do you have any place where I can listen to your band's music...prehaps just a few .mp3s or such? I'd love to hear some of it. As I said, you are a decent writer from what I see. I'd like to see even more, heh.[/size]