Locklaklazarii

wake the f**k up samurai

muahahahahahaha

Over the top! Charge to victory and swarm them all!

My name is Blue Flame
Forever your hand I
Take, and your soul
May create.

Long time no see, Chief Limenauruus.

aye aye capn

Señoras, señores y señoritas; buenas noches. Esta noche presentamos con mucho gusto información interesante acerca de la llama. La llama es un cuadrúpedo que vive en los grandes ríos del Amazonas. Tiene dos orejas, un corazón, una frente y un pico para comer miel. Pero, está provista de aletas para nadar. Las llamas son más grandes que las ranas.

hmm?

but I would walk 804.627km and I would walk 804.627 more, just to be the man who walked 1609.344km to fall down at your door

Why does the site keep going down?

oh shoot, It's back up friends

Carthago Delenda Est

Happy Birthday Papa Franku! (aka Joji)

My Bored Face grows more detailed by the moment.

Why?

To make you a vampire they have to suck your blood. And then you have to suck their blood. It's like a whole big sucking thing.

Deth wants you to write, or have gade write your half of the CC.

Capua!!!!! SHALL I BEGIN!?!?!

I lassi ner andë, i salquë né laiqua, 
i lohti vinneva ner hallë ar vanyë, 
ar mí aldëon cala né cenna 
elenion mi lumbuli sílala. 
Tindómiel né liltala tanomë 
lindalenen halda simpo, 
ar cala elenion né loxeryassë, 
ar mi fanarya rilya. 


Tanomë Beren tullë ringë orontillon.
Ar vanwa ranyanes nu lassi,
ar yassë i Eldarinwa sírë sirnë 
vantanes er ar nyérala. 
Tihtanes imbi lassi vinneva 
ar cennë áyanen lóti laureva 
collaryann’ ar hamparyar,
ar loxerya ve lumbulë hilyala.


Lúc’ envinyatanë lumbë taluryat 
yar or ambor ner umbartaina ranya;
ar et amenta pold’ ar linta, 
ar rahtanë isilmë mirilyalanna.
Ter lanyainë tauri mi Eldamar 
quildëavë yurnes liltala talunten,
ar hehtanë s’ eressëa er ranya 
lammalóra taurissen lastala. 


Hlarnéro tanomë rimbavë rimpa lamma 
talion ve quildië ve [linden]-lassi, 
var lindalë lamyala nu talan, 
muinë unquissen rihtala. 
Sí hessë caitar i vinne-vaini,
ar min apa exë fírela lammanen
lussala lantanë i ferinyë lassi 
I hrívëa tavassë wilwa. 


Sanceros voro, ranyala haira  
yassë lassi loaron tiucavë acáitië, 
calanen Isilo ar alca eleno 
ringwëa Meneldë iryala. 
Telmerya tinnë isilmenen 
ve ambonna tár’ ar haira  
liltanerë, ar har taluryat acáitië  
hísië telpeva iryala.  


Írë hrívë vánë ellelyanerë, 
ar linderya leryanë i linta tuilë, 
ve ortala lindo, ar lantala mistë, 
ar fifírula nén [bubbling]. 
Cennero Eldarinwa lóti tuiar
harë taluryat, ar né ennestaina 
milyanero har së lilt’ ar linda
salquenna útarsala.  


Atayurnerë, mal linta tullero, 
Tindómiel! Tindómiel! 
Tultaneros Eldarinwa esseryanen;  
ar tanomë pustanerë lastala. 
Er lú tyullerë, ar lúcë
ómarya carnë senna: Beren tullë
ar mandë lantanë Tindómiellenna 
i rancuryatsë caitanë mirilyala. 


Írë Beren tirnë henduryatsë  
i lumbulissen loxeryo, 
iryala silmë i fanyarëo 
cennero tanomë ñaltaina tínala.  
Tindómiel i Eldarinwa-vanya,
ilfirin vendë Eldarinwa-saila  
rimni së lantanë huinëa loxerya 
ar rancu ve telpë ilcala.


Anda né i tië i umbar collet, 
or sarnë oronti ringë ar sindë,
ter mardi angainë ar mornë fendassë, 
ar tauri lómilumbiv’ arillórë.
I peryala ëari imbë te caitar,
ananta tyelimavë omentanentë exa lú,
ar andavë yá oantientë oa 
i tauressë lintala nyérelórë.

How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore and a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot in the Caribbean by providence impoverished, in squalor, grow up to be a hero and a scholar? The ten-dollar founding father without a father. Got a lot farther by working a lot harder, by being a lot smarter, by being a self-starter, by fourteen, they placed him in charge of a trading charter, and every day while slaves were being slaughtered and carted away across the waves, he struggled and kept his guard up. Inside, he was longing for something to be a part of, the brother was ready to beg, steal, borrow, or barter, then a hurricane came, and devastation reigned, our man saw his future drip, dripping down the drain, put a pencil to his temple, connected it to his brain and he wrote his first refrain, a testament to his pain. Well, the word got around, they said, this kid is insane, man, took up a collection just to send him to the mainland. Get your education, don’t forget from whence you came and the world is gonna know your name. What’s your name, man?

As I descend into myself I find me in every conceivable way, every thing. As I attempt to reach out to them I find myself ever blackened by the shadow of the things I try to repress and forget, always there, always lingering. I know that the only way to reach myself is to cross this black abyss. I am afraid, not of the darkness, but of what I will be on the other side. So I ever remain on this Island of isolation, waiting, forever waiting.

As I look into what I perceive to be the location of my fears, I expect it to be full of many things... instead it find nothing. A great expanse of nothing, I scream into the oblivion and nothing is heard. I reach out and nothing is felt. Then I realize I do not fear the oblivion rather I fear walking into it. I fear the nothingness that I must pass into, that I must become.

When you totally forget what time it is and you can no longer sleep... =/

As I descend into myself I find me in every conceivable way, every thing. As I attempt to reach out to them I find myself ever blackened by the shadow of the things I try to repress and forget, always there, always lingering. I know that the only way to reach myself is to cross this black abyss. I am afraid, not of the darkness, but of what I will be on the other side. So I ever remain on this Island of isolation, waiting, forever waiting.