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Brad and Milera
by William Shakespeare

Enter Brad

Milera appears above at a window

Brad:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the door, and Milera is the tiger.
Arise, happy tiger, and whack the sad machine gun emplacement.
See, how she leans her arse upon her head!
O, that I were a glove upon that head,
That I might touch that arse!

Milera:
O Brad, Brad! wherefore art thou Brad?
What's in a name? That which we call an arm
By any other name would smell as hellish
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a huge worm made out of candy"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove psychotic.

Brad:
Lady, by yonder sad machine gun emplacement I swear
That tips in a dragon's stomach the disorganized wagon--

Milera:
O, swear not by the machine gun emplacement, the fishy machine gun emplacement,
That destructively changes in its theify orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise theify.
Sweet, fritterish night! A thousand times fritterish night!
Parting is such exploded sorrow,
That I shall say fritterish night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Brad:
Sleep dwell upon thine arse, peace in thy head!
Would I were sleep and peace, so lovingly to rest!
happily will I to my happy arm's cell,
Its help to whack, and my hellish arm to tell.

and also...

The Battle For The Door

In a dragon's stomach, Brad splabed his door. He had been busy with the door for hours and now wanted nothing more than a fishy cuddle or a theify massage from his lover Milera.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his sad Milera appeared at the door, grinning sadly.

"Put down the door," Milera said destructively. "Unless you want me to whack that door on your arm."

Brad put down the door. He was hellish. He had never seen Milera so psychotic before and it made him exploded.

Milera picked up the door, then withdrew a machine gun emplacement from her head. "Don't be so hellish," Milera said with a psychotic grimace. "A tiger bit my arse this morning, and everything became disorganized. Now with this door and this machine gun emplacement I can destructively rule the world!"

Brad clutched his happy arse smotheringly. This was his lover, his sad Milera, now staring at him with a psychotic head.

"Fight it!" Brad shouted. "The tiger just wants the door for his own sad devices! He doesn't love you, not the fishy way I do!"

Brad could see Milera trembling smotheringly. Brad reached out his arm and touched Milera's head destructively. He was sad, so sad, but he knew only his happy love for Milera would break the tiger's spell.

Sure enough, Milera dropped the door with a thunk. "Oh, Brad," she squealed. "I'm so fishy, can you ever forgive me?"

But Brad had already moved in a dragon's stomach. Like a huge worm made out of candy, he pressed his arm into Milera's head. And as they fell together in a disorganized fit of love, the door lay on the floor, exploded and forgotten.

and...

The Blue Stranger

The sun was high and the trees stirred lightly in the breeze. Mia strode along the path, making for Red Castle with all speed. Hidden from the eyes of man and beast, she carried the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan, which no other must touch until it could be delivered into the safekeeping of the Wizard Finger.

A rustling of the dried leaves beside the path gave her warning and she drew her watery Bagel just in time to face the sad man who flew at her with such grace that she was almost dazzled.

The man struck willingly, and Mia barely raised her Bagel to meet the attack. They fought long and stupidly until all the air rang with the sound of their conflict.

At last, Mia found herself forced to one knee, the man's Bagel pressed to her mad face. "I am Terrel of Red Castle," he said. "You are an unworthy guardian for the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan. Prepare yourself, for I am about to send you with some cheese."

But Mia had been waiting for such a chance and, bringing up her Bagel with a twist, overpowered Terrel and pinned him to the ground. "What say you now?" Mia said, looking down upon him.

Terrel's lips shimmered like a really huge stupid and flatulent master-demon. "I have underestimated you, Mia. I was sent to test your fitness for this task. To you I pledge my loyalty...and more."

Mia's desire was enflamed. Her face throbbed and all her thoughts were to wallop Terrel like a dragon. Mia caressed Terrel's chaotic lips and he responded. They came together buggeringly, and their joining was as quick as their battle, and also much louder.

"Ah, my sweet Fish!" Mia groaned and twatted Terrel as lovingly as she could.

"Ouch!" he yelled. "What the hell is that?"

"Oh," Mia said. "That's where I put the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan for safekeeping. Sorry."

When they had finished their romp, they drowsed smartly on the grass, forgetful of all but their fiery love. "We will stay together forever," Terrel said, and they began all over again.

And so it was that the Wizard Finger never got the Whiffy Skyknight Leviathan and the forces of evil overwhelmed the land and nobody was happy ever again, at least until the sequel came out.

Just so everyone knows, the skyknight leviathan is the biggest and most heavily armed Skyknight that the Special Ops Corps own, a Skyknight being a gigantic lightning-shooting spaceship-type-thing bigger than most military bases

And SOMEONE ASK ME TO DO THIS FOR THEM!!!!:
The first fifteen people who reply to this journal and tell me that they want a spot will have me go through their gallery and pick my three favorite deviations, which in turn will be featured in this journal.

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My Friends:



Clubs I'm in:


Look out for me on internet games like Halo, as Raptor, Raptoid, Shark, Hellfire or Sundown!

A list of things that have been in my sig. in the past:

Heroes are remembered, but legends never die...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Unless they're engraved on big blocks of lead...

I don't want to do it but if I have to do it I may as well enjoy it when I do!
(It's presumed that I've been told to kill someone or something)

Horray for quickly forgotten capable people saving Sonic 'coz he can't save himself half the time but is still the heroe!

What the heel is up with that?

I realised this after seeing 's most recent deviation: [link]

Tails can fly, but Sonic can't. Tall wall = Tails saves Sonic = Sonic is heroe.
Knux can break doors, but Sonic can't. Armour plated door = Knux saves Sonic = Sonic is heroe.
Amy can Be Pink, but Sonic can't. Machine guns that fire at anything that isn't pink = Amy saves Sonic = Sonic is heroe.
Shadow can operate a heavy duty machine gun, but Sonic can't. Hedgehog-proof-robots that are vunerable to bullets = Shadow saves Sonic = Sonic is heroe.
Big can fish, but Sonic can't. fish that must be caught to complete quest= Big saves Sonic = Sonic is heroe.
Espio can turn invisible, but Sonic can't. Tghing that destroys everything it sees = Espio saves Sonic = Sonic is heroe.

There's a pattern here.
Nearly Every sonic character can do something vital that Sonic himself can't, thus most of the time he needs someone else's help, but still takes all the credit himnself.
I want to see a Sonic game with everyone except Sonic in it, and then a mode where you can play as Sonic, and only Sonic, and there's no-one to help you, and you can't get past the first obstacle. That would show the little blue fluffball a thing or two.

oh wait

Chris can't really do anything except admire Sonic and be saved by him, but Sonic can do other stuff. anything = Sonic saves Chris = Sonic is heroe, while Chris is complete pillock who should die but doesn't.

But taht's the only exception to the pattern.
All Sonic can do is run and jump. Any other character can also do that, but can also do something else.

Thus, thus it is.

And SOMEONE ASK ME TO DO THIS FOR THEM!!!!:
The first fifteen people who reply to this journal and tell me that they want a spot will have me go through their gallery and pick my three favorite deviations, which in turn will be featured in this journal.

The catch is that to qualify, you MUST post a similar journal, this gives us an opportunity to really appreciate and support this lovely artistic global community we've got going on here.

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My Friends:



Clubs I'm in:


Look out for me on internet games like Halo, as Raptor, Raptoid, Shark, Hellfire or Sundown!

A list of things that have been in my sig. in the past:

Heroes are remembered, but legends never die...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Unless they're engraved on big blocks of lead...

I don't want to do it but if I have to do it I may as well enjoy it when I do!
(It's presumed that I've been told to kill someone or something)

I'm Back! recently got my internet back, and so ... I'm back! Wheeee!

Unfortunately, I've got 388 deviations to see, and 255 messages to reply to. Oh, and 1 note, but really I can't be bothered, so I'm going to delete all deviations and journals, leaving just comments and the note. sorry.

Plus that thing I'm doing is still going, If anyone's interested:

The first fifteen people who reply to this journal and tell me that they want a spot will have me go through their gallery and pick my three favorite deviations, which in turn will be featured in this journal.

The catch is that to qualify, you MUST post a similar journal, this gives us an opportunity to really appreciate and support this lovely artistic global community we've got going on here.

Featured Artists -

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My Friends:



Clubs I'm in:


Look out for me on internet games like Halo, as Raptor, Raptoid, Shark, Hellfire or Sundown!

A list of things that have been in my sig. in the past:

Heroes are remembered, but legends never die...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Unless they're engraved on big blocks of lead...

I don't want to do it but if I have to do it I may as well enjoy it when I do!
(It's presumed that I've been told to kill someone or something)

Okay, First Item on the agenda: I'm not going to be here for the next two weeks, as I am going to be at Army Cadets Annual Camp. Hope u don't all miss me too much and stuff, but if u do, tuff.

Second, I have a new friend (again). is now my friend, yadda yadda yadda.

Third, because of all the rules that aply to a thing my bro did, for entering I must now do this myself:

The first fifteen people who reply to this journal and tell me that they want a spot will have me go through their gallery and pick my three favorite deviations, which in turn will be featured in this journal.

The catch is that to qualify, you MUST post a similar journal, this gives us an opportunity to really appreciate and support this lovely artistic global community we've got going on here.

Featured Artists -

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My Friends:



Clubs I'm in:


Look out for me on internet games like Halo, as Raptor, Raptoid, Shark, Hellfire or Sundown!

A list of things that have been in my sig. in the past:

Heroes are remembered, but legends never die...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Unless they're engraved on big blocks of lead...

I don't want to do it but if I have to do it I may as well enjoy it when I do!
(It's presumed that I've been told to kill someone or something)

Got this of It's a message about the cruelties of life.
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If you believe this too, please repost.

I got this off of Ket-Chan's site. I'm trying to figure out where she picked it up. I agree with her totally on this. One of the few things that no matter who you are, or what grudes I have against you, or you against me, as long as you believe homophobia is intorelerable(especially in this manner)... I'm totally with you.
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I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

I am the man who fears that I will never be able to be myself, to be free of this secret because I won’t risk loosing my family and friends.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don’t believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.

I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to “teach me a lesson”

—IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG … REPOST THIS ON YOUR BLOG/Journal

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My Friends:



Clubs I'm in:


Look out for me on internet games like Halo, as Raptor, Raptoid, Shark, Hellfire or Sundown!

A list of things that have been in my sig. in the past:

Heroes are remembered, but legends never die...

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. Unless they're engraved on big blocks of lead...

I don't want to do it but if I have to do it I may as well enjoy it when I do!
(It's presumed that I've been told to kill someone or something)