| Name: |
ConRad |
| E-mail address: |
Punkchicken8@aol.com |
| Name of your theme song:: |
bleed black |
| Were you a previous resident of Santiagoville? Check off for yes, leave blank for no.: |
No...forgive me. |
| You are a:: |
Not sure
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| Your health: : |
Dead
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| Describe yourself in three words:: |
me need help |
| Where would you like to work?: |
Poetry Company
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| Preferred Job Title:: |
killer poemest |
| You would like to be paid in:: |
Simoleons (the official currency of Hell)
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| You are moving into:: |
Haunted Gothic Mansion
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| Choose an optional amenity for your home:: |
Built-in Cages
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| Would you like a fresh coat of paint for your home? (Color choice): |
No, thanks. I'm far too gothic... let it peel
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| Your pet: : |
demon llama
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| Neighborhood you are moving into:: |
Death Row
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| Your dwelling is located near:: |
St. Death's Garden Cemetery
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| Comments: | Where ever i live let me die put up cages to let me rott. let me kill everyone with my poems. Because i was sent to a psychologist for it.
BEAUTIFUL BODY
Cut you up in pieces,
Throw you in a pan,
I'll chew up all your pieces,
Untill my toungue turns red,
Blue blood is my favorite,
Which you have,
It has never touched the air,
no it never has,
I'll chop you up in pieces,
And I'll fry you'r head,
You'r eyeballs poped out,
And you'r teeth were red,
But where is your brain,
No sign of it,
Oh wait! I remeber,
it was chopped up instead,
You'r heart was brown,
And you'r lungs were grey,
Gee have you been smoking,
Cuz it will sure make my day,
The perfect murder,
Oh, what a pity,
Will never be solved,
Untill its to gritty!
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Friday, January 14th 2005 - 06:39:56 PM
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