A symposium of lies A wall of death comes crashing into the world A darkness nobody can explain A hatred no man can retain What are we but not lost souls in the middle of the Reaper's lair? A helpess animal in the claws of the predator We hand ourselves over on a silver platter We give ourselves to the bloody abyss Just to see another live We give ourselves to the jaws of hate To see another perish A wicked cunning and a stupidity we cannot live by We each owe a death, but sometimes You want to let other people owe it before you Okay, so. Look at it this way. I am Nanna Gibson, I am 18 years old, I go to the lovely land of Ward right now. I don't think I'm cute or "content" with my weight, and what am I gonna do about it? Dietry, my dear watson, though I can't do shit for my face, so whatever. I like to party. Yeah, sometimes I do it too much to the point that I start getting sick, but that's because of the meds I'm on, and because I don't get the chance to party like I want to right now. Also because I slam back alcohol like it's going out of style. I have problems, everyone has problems. I have so many inside jokes I can't count them with the hairs on yur chinny chin chin. I'm pretty open-minded, and I'll try a few different things here and there. Curtis knows I hate him(in a way that I love him), Alexis knows I love her, my family knows I respect and love them, and until you can prove to me that I can hate you, love you, or respect you, you'll remain on the level where I don't trust you at all, and I just won't bother with you. I love to write, I love to read, I love technology, and I love the oldies. I'm a nerd, word, I drink thunderbird. Sorry, I.C.P. can get to you. Anywhores. I like to have fun, my humor level is really immature, and I find ANY-THING to laugh at, which is why I laugh at alot of stuff. I listen to kickass music, I like animals, and if you abuse one in ny way I'll be on you faster than Ghandi on his peace-bong. And yes, Curtis, Ghandi smoked and drank.