| I really don't use this blog.
I feel bad deleting it.
But then I can't comment.
I'll wait till they kick me off.
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| I thought that I should put something down here. I feel like I am wasting something.
I must say my internet addictions have shifted. I have grown font of the use of css and html.
I don't understand. I don't care.
I am being honest.
Behind Crimson Eyes go alright - have a listen.
I bought a Billy Talent single today for a buck - my proudest moment yet.
I decided with a love that I we were not to buy 'christmas presents' as
of next year, but NYE pressies, as to make use of the post christmas
sales.
Brilliant.
Narnia in days.
Prepared?
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| There is nothing quite like an idle blog.
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It
was the events from this point on that changed my usually detached feeling
toward crime into a total fit of terror. Within a moment, a huge gust of wind,
coming from nowhere, shot at an incredible speed through the alleyway. It
lifted all of the waste from the ground and carried it into the sky. As it
lifted it spun itself around at a rapid speed. It felt like the air around me
was being removed, as if a sort of whirlpool were above my own head. This mass
formed a blur of grey, screaming, twisting and turning. Silence. To my
astonishment, these papers did not return to the ground. After this frantic
race toward the sky all was still and quiet again. I gathered my wit and tried
to recompose myself. I had to focus on the task at hand. My eyes strayed from
the sky, tracing the crack in the wall directly in front of me down to street
level. I stopped.
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| Coheed released trading cards for the new album, a dude from
Hot Topic raked some and put some scans up on Cobalt.
How cool are the trading cards?!?
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