Sorage55

Nah, i'll bet she doesn't even like me. Couldn't be.

joke.....well...she somewhat has kinda the same...."condition" I had, the one she helped me with, but with her's it would take time. It appears though that she still has emotions, idk. She says I should smile more in public...its a habit from 10 years of not smiling, now introduced to happiness and laughter again, I gotta learn how to smile. Maybe that would be nice.

It's a 30 year old man. If it's not, hurry up and claim her man!!!!!!!!!!!!! Uhhh...I see her at school, I think I can tell the difference. You would be amazed at what a little Blush can do. But really ask her out, if she is as shy as you then she wont say no. And yet I have no idea what people do on dates! What is a date these days? What do we do? What do I do? Where to go? How long does it last? It's all about money!

Well mates, if I do recall, an interview with Nomura stated that,

It's a 30 year old man. If it's not, hurry up and claim her man!!!!!!!!!!!!! Uhhh...I see her at school, I think I can tell the difference.

Well mates, I being American can say America is crappy as Hell, we had Bush....you know....yeah. America was fine before the White Man came and put us down. I'm not just American, i'm Native American. And i'm pissed, at what they did to America. Anyways, yeah, we suck. But i'm stayin' in America, cause i'm too poor for airplanes.

Well, we have been chatting for about a week now online, apparently, she is as nervous and shy as I am. Why, just like me, she has horrible memory. Theres seems to be more coincidence between us as well, strange indeed.

Heh, did I mention I am also extremely shy and nervous? Yeah...

A couple pics of me, with EMOTION. http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=17340&id=100001413210643 edit: And yes...I also need to shave.

Now i'm still mentally insane, of course family has no idea about this, but its still better.

Hello mates, this is Sorage55 here to share with you something thats been a big part of my life: Well, some of you already know this, but for about 10 years now I have been cursed....and mentally insane. I lived childhood in solitude away from others, no friends for I had no skills on how to make any. But this curse gave me a friend, I thought it was all a trick of my imagination and insanity at the time heheh BUT NO! It was a Demon! Straight from Hell to tempt me to sins as I grew through life, invading my body and constantly torturing me. "I might as well give this guy a name, and picture what he looks like." I said to myself, I made it obvious: "Daemon" would be his name, and he would look just like me, but with pure black hair and black eyes. I was tortured for 10 years, literally my emotions were FADING AWAY! When something shocking happens in a story or a game I do not feel shocked, when a family member dies and I go to his funeral I am not sad, when I actually made friends and we were all laughing together I was not happy! All these years faking emotions and studying on when to use them! All these years of Daemon's constant taunts and tempts and tortures and beatings! Every night I twitched in pain and horror as Daemon controlled my body limbs to twist my head suddenly to the side, to twitch my hands clawed about my body and face! AND ALL I FELT WAS PAIN! No cries, no tears, nothing shocked me, everything was gray. After a major spinal surgery the last day of 8th grade, 2 metal rods jammed up my spine, 23 metal screws jackhammered into them and me, gutted up like a dead pig's carcass! And I lied there in bed, in pain, arguing countlessly with Daemon to shut up, to be silenced, he only laughed and hurt me more. In 9th grade, freshman year, I asked God in prayers, and found I had someone else inside me I never noticed, someone lighter, someone quieter, he never spoke. But he was surely Daemon's opposite. An angel, my angel. I named him and formed him: "Angeal" he looks like me, but with pure white hair and silver eyes. Sometimes takes the form of a white wolf while Daemon was a black wolf. Angeal never spoke, but fought Daemon off with me, yet it still wasn't enough. Then, a week ago being 10th grade, I met someone....someone...who helped me. S...she, had somewhat the same problem as me, but a bit differently. One night, a week ago, I told her about them, and her being the same religion as I, helped me by...excorcising Daemon out. Through an hour the fight lasted, till eventually I felt as if I had to throw up or hurl out something from inside me, after that I noticed what it was and kept on doing it, yelling him to STAY DOWN! Cast away to Hell for he shall never reach me nor the Heavens! In God's name he is gone from within me! After that moment I felt very weak, and went to bed after thanking her. When I awoke...I felt different. A huge rush of many things came unto me! Emotions! I HAVE EMOTIONS! I went about 4 days with a blast of pure emotion! Nervousness! Shyness! Happiness! Sadness! I can laugh! I can laugh! And after 4 days or so, I forgot absolutely everything what happened in those 4 days, now I am controlling my emotions, Angeal roaming free within me, spreading light all around. I have never felt the emotion....love, before. That girl, before she knew my curse, asked me out on a date...because of my curse I declined quickly. It was the first time anyone has ever asked me out on a date, I didn't really know what to say besides no. Now...I deeply regret that, I wish I could ask her and yet....I have no idea what people do on these "dates". It most likely requires money, and I am a poor boy. I have only my dreams, and my poetry.

"my heart echoes to the depth of my heart", not very clear on that one mate, but totally fine. If it t'wer me, "My heart echoes its silver screams to the depths of my soul hereafter..." Or some such sorts, but all in all the poem was a nice dark one. Now make a nice light one, if you can.

Hmph, my memory is bad, but back in 6th grade I was dragged into the worst middle school imaginable for my city. I spent most of the year alone there, then made some friends, but I was also slowly being corrupted, I did not know my own strength (I was pretty strong for those amongst me), and so to make fights fair, I only used my two thumbs to attack. I threw precise hits on people with my thumbs that could make them bleed, bruise or crawl in agony. But then I found out I was turning into a bully and snapped out of it, now I am Geek once more. The school was filled with Gangsta wannabes and drugs. Oh, and yesterday in high school, two mexicans got into a fight, one of them tossed a water bottle into the air and it landed plump on the other guy's head, knocking him to his back. Hilarious.

Then lets all try this again shall we. October 11th.

My apologies to everyone. I did not expect to win. We should have everyone post their fair entries, or at least another deadline.

So sad, child. I barely knew ye. Oh well.

Ah but I do! But I do! My voice is all that's flew! I'll speak this way till the end of the day, Into the night, When my mind would fight, Into the soul where wonder and fear, Will steer clear, For a poem, To show em', What I can do, As I write to you. My poems are bland, My poems are not grand, These words I write, In the hours of midnight, What can I do, To win the fight? In this plight, Of deep midnight.

I do wish I could have done better in my poem though, it still isn't good enough, but oh well.

My apologies to Antrium as well, apparently.

My apologies to those whom have lost. My empathies.

(oh my, looks like I need to go all out if i'm actually going to win my first contest ever.) Dead End Born into this world, Innocent and soft, Crawling and running, Between deathly coughs, I scatter this pathyway, Through doors that are unlocked, Keys in hand, Large as a sheep's flock, 10 years later I was running out of keys, Doors became less and less at ease, The roads I traveled became more and more narrow, I met a fellow on the way as damned as a scarecrow, "Hello child, care to walk with me? I am lonely and sad and not very free." "Ok, sure! What be your name? I am Kevin Packwood, child age 10." "My name is naught for I was just born, My mommy forgot me so I am torn." "Thats not good, I'll find you a name! My friends are all gone, I just moved away. Will you be my friend? If I may ask, I wont ask again, If you wont last." "Dear boy do not cry, Take those tears from your eye, Look around us, As you can see, The sunlight's ending for you and me, Its dark outside on this open road, I'll be your friend, A friend so bold." We walked and talked for about an hour, I wish we hadn't because of his power, It grew and grew as time went on, We still kept on walking through this road of Sun, This boy I was grew up in time, Longer and longer than these words in rhyme, The friend I met wasn't like before, He held the map to which I would explore, "Go this way, Go that! This map tells where its at, Let me see you when we're older, And reveal you my heavy boulder." I walked the ways he told me to be, My friend and I, Daemon and me, We were fighting once, twice, and more, Daemon showed me how he had bore, A monster from below, Looking for a show, To a child who would let, A monster to be kept, I was tricked! I was fooled! Holy Lord! What do I do?! Now i'm 16 and at my last door, Daemon gave me the final key he had bore, I opened the door, I opened the door, I couldn't believe, The sight at its core, A dead end....evermore....

The mind of us psychotics is vast an un-cal-cu-lat-able. Even I have no thought of why he is tagging you, mate, or stalking your accounts. Be observant, collect your data and be safe, child, he probably doesn't live in the same area as you. Then again, he could always try.

I am always suprised whenever I find someone else at my school that likes KH. But of course, I don't say anything. The nuisances of teenage emotions would leave them and besiege me instead.

Actually those that think of it as a fashion excuse or the "in" thing simply do that thing where you punch out the lenses in 3-D glasses and wear those. The fools, they are not blind like us.

Well glasses are epic to me. I always found people wearing them to look good. I wonder if anyone has a change of thought about me now with these glasses I wear around my high school?