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Call me Rissa.
..And these are a few of my favorite things:
Rain and starlight, roses and lilies and skeletons, moonlight and sunshine, people who put on a false smile, drawn smileys on my hand, hot pink nail polish, girls AND guys, vegetarian meals, blood and life, horses and dancing, animals and autumn, gore and serendipity, religions and boardgames, manga and lead pencils, anime and graphic novels, tea and grande carmel frappuchinos and so much more...
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My Storywrite family:

Sosuke: My brother, who I apparently have incestuous thoughts for D:

TriSarahtops: My sister ^-^ (She and I intend to purge storywrite of all those people who leave generic comments... Especially on our Featured Stories! ... Did I mention she's in a gang?)

[If you want in, please just send me a message ]


(By the way... Join my group, Nocturnal Pulse!)
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Thought Du Jour: Words are very unneccessary, they can only do harm....

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QUOTES!

"Religion is the opium of the people." -Karl Marx

"There was truth and there was untruth, and if you clung to the truth even against the whole world, you were not mad." -George Orwell, 1984

"Better to keep your mouth shut and appear stupid, than to open it and remove all doubt." -Mark Twain-

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~ Why mothers drink! A Mother passing by her son's bedroom was astonished to see that his bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope, propped up prominently on the pillow that was addressed to 'Mom' . With the worst premonition she opened the envelope with trembling hands and read the letter. Dear Mom, It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new girlfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you. I have been finding real passion with Stacy and she is so nice. But I knew you would not approve of her because of all her piercing, tattoos, tight motorcycle clothes and the fact that she is much older than I am. But it's not only the passion...... Mom she's pregnant. Stacy said that we will be very happy. She owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. We share a dream of having many more children. Stacy has opened my eyes to the fact that marijuana doesn't really hurt anyone. We'll be growing it for ourselves and trading it with the other people that live nearby for cocaine and ecstasy. In the meantime we will pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Stacy can get better. She deserves it. Don't worry Mom. I'm 15 and I know how to take care of myself. Someday I'm sure that we will be back to visit so that you can get to know your grandchildren. Love, Your Son: Jon P. S. Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at Tommy's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than the report card that's in my center desk drawer. I love you. Call me when it's safe to come home

And now, a word from our captain:


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l/////l <---- Support the Captain! [I've got a jar of dirt! I've got a jar of dirt! And guess what's inside it?]

Heh.