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  • Mornar

    Mornar

    "And where do you travel?" he called after me. Why not? "To the ends of the Earth!" I shouted back. -Roger Zelazny, The Courts of Chaos
  • Lealnemarr

    Lealnemarr

    I'm me...to know me is to think I'm lovable and crazy and to not know me...is pretty much okay by me.
  • Encallion

    Encallion

    The name is James Michael Patrick, but you can call me Michael. Surprisingly, I like my interests. I like music a lot. I am very sarcastic. I plan and hope to be a United States Senator.
  • ArdenPickle

    ArdenPickle

    Hello. I love you. Won't you tell me your name?
  • Culfinwen

    Culfinwen

    I talk a lot. I'm a bit of a ditz. I am a double major in Latin and Ancient History. I am arachnophobic and ticklish. All you need to know.
  • Larcwen

    Larcwen

    Larcwen is a first year university student who lives in Canada. She's (likely) less than ten thousand words away from finishing her first novel.
  • windowcel

    windowcel

    "w00t! The Weissert family's newest high school grad! I love horses and hanging out with my (not-so)numerous friends...and I'm headed to Miracle Mountain Ranch this fall! *does happy dance* You can also find me on the LotR Plaza...Dryhtguma of the Mark, Pixie Pepper Fairy, and co-founder of the Alarion Family. *g* I love you guys...." I'm keeping my old about me because it makes me smile. Imagine that person, up there ^, four years older and wiser. Well, maybe not wiser, but more educated and with a few more friends.
  • Thalionwen

    Thalionwen

    We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels 'cross the floor I was feeling kind of seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first ghostly Turned a whiter shade pale She said "there is no reason And the truth is plain to see" But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might just as well have been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale
  • gec480

    gec480

  • nazgul_avenger

    nazgul_avenger

    I am enigma to the onlooker, a friend to those who take the time to learn of my true self, and an aspiring radio DJ.