Me! Easy!

Earthquake… http://www.kidpub.com/forum3/picture...689715&thumb=1

Yay!

Nice evil smiley LST. :D

Eh... Hey Rachel did you read my spur of the moment poem? It's on here... On page 2435. I believe....

'Tis from Gabi's album. :D

Hmph… Now I'm researching earthquakes… I'm guessing that run outside and panic isn't the suggested protocol…

I'll go look for it now SS. :D

OMPJ, SS, that poem is beautiful.............................seriously. It's calming and beautiful, and HOW ON EARTH COULD YOU SAY YOU'RE A BAD POET?!?!?!?

The black of night,
When the stars are,
Nothing more than pinpricks
Shining on the canvas overhead
You will find me dancing
Under the willow trees.

When the moon's
Face is shining
From up above,
And the trees are
Turned silver,
You will find me
Dancing,
Beckoning you to join.

For what is this dance,
Without you?
Who am I to
Waltz with,
Under the gaze
Of the moon
With the stars
As our lights
And the willows as our stage?

Who shall I ask
To take my hand
Under the willow
Should you decline?

My dance is weak.
A play on shadows,
With nothing more
Than the willows for company.
Come and join me,

Waltz with me,
Under the stars,
Listen to the crickets,
Chirping of life,
And death.

Listen to the willows,
Whispering in the breeze.
Tell me you don't hear,
Their song in your ears?

Tell me you are,
Not tempted by the melody,
Of the night.
Tell me you do not,
Want to take me by the hand,
And dance?

~ SS

Here it is: http://www.kidpub.com/forum3/showpost.php?p=145519

Took me three sentences to be wrong.

Yay! Because when I actually try It fails and when I catch my mind off guard its semidecent. Maybe I can write another one... But it has to be when I'm tired...

Sure it is!

Hm… Nah, don't think grapefruits and bagels falling from the sky is that good of an idea… and stupid Google. SHOW ME PICTURES OF SUBURBAN CALIFORNIA.

Hm… Perhaps not in a regular earthquake, but maybe… Eh, I may think of some excuse… Parade!

Google works for me.*protects Google from you*

It works for me, but IT WON'T SHOW ME WHAT I WANT. *Hits Google*

Delaney: *Runs around, flailing and screaming* EARTHQUAKE!!!!!!!!!!
LST: *Throws a grapefruit flavored bagel at him* *Throws a regular bagel at him* *Throws a grapefruit at him*
Delaney: AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! *Rocks back and forth*

I have satisfied my wish to pelt characters with food. Slightly.

*sleeps on top of desk*

I lost The Game… need to write more… and read…

I'm going to try and write part 5 of my super8 fan fiction. And get some sleep...

Basically everyone disappeared… I think I may stay up all night tonight. Except I could get caught… >.<

*yawn*
Morning.

Craziest dream.

Good morning.

Let's see… him preferring reading… parade… but for what… Fourth of July… that might work… nah not a parade… celebration… then go boom…

What?! Reading then explosions? :confused:

Yes. I am think ing of randomness. :D

Explosions. Part 4 was my favorite to write. XD

Aren't you always, LST.

But this has plot! :p


goopiness

Goopiness?

My burrito was goopy. DILTG.

I don't like burritos.

I do… I think… or at least that burrito. My head hurts some… meh…

Moonshine, Marine, Mixed...

Marine… Manners… Manned… Mortified… Meticulous… Merryman… Merry… More… Mort… Mortar…

Multifarious marmosets mistakenly man Medusa mortars marking Maine.

I win!
 

Am I the only one on this site who is a Junior Member?

Mutt Mordreds meet meticulous moon men.

Malicious maps met mortified melons.

Hello!!!!!! Are we doing the m game?

Mumbling Maps Moody Moony!!!!!

Moony. (: Heeheee. *I'm in a HP mood...xD)

Jeeze, where is everyone?