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Published: 2005-06-10 01:56:36 +0000 UTC; Views: 2496; Favourites: 59; Downloads: 224
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I like how white this is.once apon a time Neumorin and I went for a walk with a friend, it was last year. we went for a walk up a hill, this hill was rather large and had a pond beside it and a meadow on top. there were rocks in this medow, we found enert bullets by these rocks. nexy year neumorin and I went and found more. it was and intresting form of fun. these are those bullets. the end.
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Hey. I love the look of this. I run a layout site, and I was wondering if I could use this pic in a layout? I would give you absolute and full credit for the picture. But if you're not comfortable with me using it, for copyright reasons and such, I competely understand and respect that.
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yeah go for it, as long as I get credit, like you said.
I'm glad you like it, thanx.
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Awesome, thanks
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it is a cool pic, but one thing, those are called cassings. its kined of hard to fined the bullet, seeing as its the projectile 
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well, if you want to be technical.
thanks for that, I knew they weren't bullets, but I didn't know the proper name
you learn something new everyday.
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later
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Wow this is a really neat pic, I love it!
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Oooooh.. Pretty.
Love the little ink-dribbles by the heart.
I 
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thanx.
<3 for the fav.
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me too, they're pretty.
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I like the heart form, the composition rocks too. I never had a bullet when I was child, this is the reason of I me to draw shadow things. If i'd have some bullets, I'd have kill all the monsters down my bed. Those sick nasty monsters whispered like a bunch of crazy parrot. They were hard days. Afortunately, the Psycho Banana-Head Aliens kill them all.
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that happens. the montser under my bead loves me, but I got a new bed frame, and now he has to live in the closet.
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Mind if i use this pic for inspiration on a poem in the near future?
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um....nope! as long as you give me credit, I like poems.
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you shall have credit times two
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:0 that's friggin amazing
^^
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see i thought it was like that, but then i was like 'wait, it's probably how i think it isn't...so i changed it. guess I was righ all along.
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Ah gue-ess-s-s. :]
::Sings and plays guitar whilst leaping around in a sway-your-lighter fashion::
AAAAALLLLLLLLLLLL WE ARRRRREEEEEE
ALLLL WE ARREE
IS BULLETSS I MEAN THISSS
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL LLL WE AAAAAAAARRRRRREE
ALLLL WE AAU-UH-ARRE
IS BULLETS I MEAN THISSSS
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hee hee! I will clap for your mad mcr dance skils!
bravo!
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HUZZAZAAZ.
...
I'm nooottttt ooooooooookkaaaaaayyyyyyy....
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I'm not okayaaaaaayaaaaaaaaaa.....you wear mw ouuuuuuuuuuuuut!
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I'M NOOTT O-FRIGGIN' -KAYYYYYY
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I'm okaaaaaaaayy now! *echo* I'm okaaaayyyy now, but you realleh got to listen to me cause I'm telling you the truth! I'M OKAY!
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*dances around like mcr idiot*
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::hugs Gerard Way and stuffs him in a sack::
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:music stops, people start to stare:
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::Flees with sack in a cleverly planned shelving-unit-on-a-rope suspended from a helecopter to hearse escape route::
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bwhahahaahahaha! you'll never going to catch us alive! or dead, or in a comatose state! so ha!
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You're never gonna get me....
like a bullet through a flock of doves, to wage, this war against your faaiithh in meeeeeeeeeeeeeehehehee your life, will neeheeheeverr be the sameeeeeeeee on yoouurr mmoother's eyes say a prayyaahhhrr, say a prayy-y-yarr...
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Now, but I can't And I don't know How we're just two GIRLS (and a suspicious wriggling sack thats starting to make noises) as God had made us, Well, I can't...well, I can! Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
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:: Jabs wriggling sack with stick ::
Pain in my hearrtt for your dying wish,
I'll kiss your lips agaaaaaiiiiaiainn
They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, they made me do push-ups in drag
But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...AM I LOSING MYSELF?!
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::sack starts singing/screaming::
Well, I miss my mom,
Will they give me the chair,
Or lethal injection, or swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!
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*Commences playing another wicked guitar solo thing*
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*bag wets itself, or rather the conrents do*
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...Oh.
I guess that means I have to give it a bath now. :3
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