FallenAngel411
is holding an ORB
gone fishing :3

In Britain that would be

Me, myself and the mew.

At least that's how I think that's how it works.
I don't like it that way. It makes my words feel naked.

Yup. Me, myself, and the mew. We did it together. :3

Oh look, I got myself past 800.

Temporarily.

My hero has returned. :3

Bianca.

It means you and your 27 pages of User Notes can eat my jealousy and choke on it...P.S. Lunar loves you. But not Weaver, he has grudge issues.

We believe ' is the anime equivalent of a nervous sweatdrop. Or a typo. Or hate. We don't really know. :3

Currency is made in trust of the Messiah
I'm spending it to get higher
Earth, Wind, and Fire singing reasons why I'm
up early, trustworthy is a nine that bust early
Sunshine on my grill, I spill
Remi on imaginary graves, put my hat on my waves
Latter Day Saints say religious praise
I dolo, challenge any team or solo
You must be buggin out, new to my sh!t, home on a furlough
Ask around, who's laid up, sharp and straight up
Mafioso, gettin niggaz wigs sprayed up
Skies are misty, my life's predicted by a gypsy
I'll one day walk into shots drunk off champange from Sicily
This be the drama, I'ma pause like a comma
in a sentence, paragraph's indented
Bloodshot red eyes, high, yellow envelopes of lye
Openin cigars, let tobacco fly
Condos are tuneproof, we're looking out the sky's moonroof
Sh!ttin like gin and prune juice
Yo the system wants the coon's noose, hang em high
Courtrooms filled up, it's off the hook while I
just wrote a statement, like I'm facing twenty years
in the basement - chilling on the via with Mumia
for wearin chrome - I told the judge snakes slither
like Sharon Stone, but like Capone I'm thrown

That answer is always hate for you, Christmas.