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About Me Member Antagonist ControlledRiot20/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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hguonE     He stared across the table, into those dead eyes knowing it would be one of the last sights he would ever see.  His time had come, and the Monster had arrived to deal his final judgment and it would come in the form of a 45 caliber piece of metal.  He anticipated the blast like a runner in the starting blocks, knowing that his present journey would end but hoping that one better – for what could be worse – would begin.       He was not surprised as the gun was placed in his temple, he had, after all, nurtured the Monster, feeding his animosity to the pinnacle.&nbs hguonE
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Enough     Funny how the gun tasted like blood, or maybe it was ironic.  The cool metal resting between the teeth, tongue slowly running up the barrel casing.  It had come to this, finally, and it would end here.       I need to quit chewing on stuff so much, he thought to himself.  He focused his attention on the figure in front of him.  The putz, that was a good name for that waste of space wasn’t it, was sitting there, staring blankly back at him.  He had to commend the putz, though, for there was no fear to be seen on his stupid face but that had to be from a realization that there was no way out this time, death had come.  He would end it Enough
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FateThe door opened with little more than a squeak.  He had not expected this to be the hard part but still part of him felt as though it was too easy.  Now if he could just take a step inside.  It was just like the metaphor said, it is easy to open the door; the hard part is taking the first step.  Funny, yet wasn’t that why metaphors worked so well?  In any case, he had come too far and avoided fate too long to stay on the decrepit porch.  Slowly, he took a step, his mind commanding, his soul screaming.       Immediately he needed the flashlight.  He clicked it on and swept it through the living room as he thought how ironic that name was Fate
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MudMud, thick, sticky mud.  Red, brown, and yellow colors mixed on the palette of the Earth, the light brown of the sand gone, washed away by the unrelenting beat of the rain upon the ground.  Lightning flashes and reflects upon the thousands of puddles strewn about like a reckless child’s toys after playtime.  Thunder fills the sky, reverberating between the lonely shack and the sad, drooping trees – whether they sagged so due to the weight of the constant downpour or whether they had a soul that could feel the sorrow that was as thick as the moisture all around them remains to be seen.  The leaves were a pale green, hopeless, stuck between dri Mud
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Wed Jul 20, 2005, 1:50 PM
So here is me writing this journal thingy and I have no idea why. Maybe because I am an attention whore and want someone to say something, maybe I hope my sister will read it and get all pissy and have a reason to talk to me, or, maybe, I just want to do something besides work at work. After all, it is amazing the amount of work one can accomplish, as long as it isn't what they are supposed to be doing.
Since you are reading, you must be at my page and so I invite you to read my business and visit my website too because I am proud of it and, once again, I am an attention whore.
Other than this, all I can say is I can't wait for school to start so that I can see people again and get into trouble. Luckily, these last few years of school I will be broke so I will not be able to buy all the games I want and thus will spend more time outdoors....or sleeping... However, I must have the next Zelda and Final Fantasy.
Finally, the new Harry Potter book....it will rock your face off. With that, I am off like a prom dress. Take it easy, and if it's easy, take it home.
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~ControlledRiot Jun 13, 2005, 10:49:13 AM
It's cool, I can cook just fine and besides, I go commando most days anyway so there will be few undies to worry about. Or, you could just keep me liquored up and I will be wearing loin cloths and mini-kilts all the time so laundry will bot be an issue at all.

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Rage within the machine,
eRic
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~Orphenxios Jun 20, 2005, 3:50:21 PM
oh man so not the right thing to say to me.. i've been horny all week XD

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~ControlledRiot Jun 23, 2005, 8:13:01 AM
And that is definantly not something to say to me. Sorry to rev your engine darlin', especally since you are so far away. I will try to watch the inuendo from now on. };)

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Rage within the machine,
eRic
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~Orphenxios Jun 4, 2005, 11:45:46 PM
:excited: i love cleaning but i'm da biggest ever mess in the kitchen.

underwear gnomes stole my undies.... ;_;

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~BrainDeadlettes Jun 2, 2005, 7:22:09 PM
im in the process of writing a story and would much appreciate it if you would proof read it
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~ControlledRiot Jun 1, 2005, 2:32:04 PM
I can't get on MSN I am at dad's for a few days and I have to fix the LAN before I can use my laptop. Anyway, I will get on later next week I hope or I will call. Later.

And, to Orphenxios, yes, you may adopt, as long as you are willing to wash my undies.

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Rage within the machine,
eRic
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~BrainDeadlettes Jun 2, 2005, 12:37:06 PM
yes ...
he likes the skidmarks on the hershey highway thouroughly cleaned!!
good luck on that one
and as for me...
youd better be a baker cause i love choclate things and no nothing to do with the hershey on his undies..
SO DONT EVEN SAY IT!!!
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