On another note, I have to sell my baby...
Anywhooo, I'll probably put before and after pics of my surgery up in a week or two, and pics of my new car whenever I get one lol.
-Jordan


The Land was FissuredThe land was fissured. It was a very beautiful thing. It almost reminds me of another beautiul thing, a woman. A woman named Jordan. Jordan was a special woman. She was born in a city known as LA. She was an emo girl that liked Saw. But one day she decided to not be a cutter anymore and join Victoria Secret. She is very hot, but they have to photoshop her scarred wrists for hours because it is so disgusting and nobody would like to wear a bra that a cutter wears. Then she met a dog on the street named Max. They lived together for many years to come. Until one day the dog died from a disease called Fissuria. That is why the land was fissured bThe Land was Fissured


April 29, 2109 Omaha CityThe tell tales of the the told at midnight. Grabbing for a hold in the peace. The lightning and storms, what a sight. Creeping in, the lies don't cease.April 29, 2109 Omaha City
Lightning strikes. The puddle splashes. He swiftly runs through an ever lasting darkness to a building corner. Only the light of the half-moon to guide is feet. He is dark and unknown, swift and silent. He needs no one. Has no one. Shadow to shadow he leaps through the night. Never sleeping, his knowledge of crimes untold are unparalleled. Why dost thou not listen. Over and over, screams and cries tear through his skull, reminding him of his past. He stri
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"I am the voice of the Knight Industries Two Thousand's microprocessor.
KITT for easy reference or Kitt if you prefer..."
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Ye ken yer a true Scot if ye can properly pronounce McConnochie, Ecclefechan, Milngavie, Sauchiehall St, St Enoch, Auchtermuchty and Aufurfuksake.
My artwork - elspethmac
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"I am the voice of the Knight Industries Two Thousand's microprocessor.
KITT for easy reference or Kitt if you prefer..."
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Creation of Woman from the rib of Man:
She was not made from his head to top him;
Nor out of his feet to be trampled upon by him;
But out of his side to be equal with him,
Under his arm to be protected,
And near his heart to be loved.
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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Colonel Mertz von Quirnheim: Any problem on Earth can be solved with the careful application of high explosives.
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