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Everyday, the pages turm, past and present fuse and burn. Always changing, nothing the same, feels like a pawn in someone else's game.
What is right and what is wrong? Who knows the lyrics to the song? Watching the world in shades of grey,
fleeting shadows run away. When you arrive, where are you now? To the King will you bow? In the sky, the stars do sleep, following one by one, just like sheep. Have the world's tears all been wept? Where are all the answers being kept?
by ~NinjapenguinAM
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At night the dragon flies on wings of gold. His body hued of green with rubied eyes. A fearless leader always wise and bold. Himself the master over ev'ning skies.
Watch, as he sours across the silver moon He floats, he flies and plays among the stars. Creating music, it's a lovely tune O, gliding over places near and far.
The dragon's song wafts through the night's deep dark, The strains of music heard throughout the night Suddenly, Heavens open up and spark &nb
by ~NinjapenguinAM
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- Current Residence: CA
- Interests: penguins, anime, theater, Aikido, sci-fi, video games, ninjas, RPGs and geeky things
- Favourite movie: I'm a film buff, it's part of my major, so picking a favorite is really, really difficult.
- Favourite band or musician: I can't chose a single favorite to see why see the different genres of music I like.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, punk, jazz, classical, musicals, blues, film scores, jpop, jrock, techno, trance, opera, ska
- MP3 player of choice: Creative Zen
- Favourite gaming platform: my Wii!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I like my DS as well, just not as much.
- Personal Quote: "I think it would be awesome to be immortal; at least temporarily."
- Tools of the Trade: Light boards, fresnels, Source4s, gel, diffusion and gloves, definately gloves.
- Email: krytos@sbcglobal.net
- AIM: TibletAM
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Dib: Pretty far...
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