"Temporary" Venting Thread

The last sane person · 10-05-2005, 03:56 PM

*whimpers* Alas for my bow! It cannot be replaced, for it was given to me by my father, when i was but a wee lass of 13! This was after I had been trained in traditional persian and scythian horse archery! Also the same time I got Volricom! That bow was precious! I am nigh into tears!!!

SHIIIIIIIT! That pisses me off more than being sick! I've already packed the most part. I just gotta disassemble my motorcycle. I didnt have anything to bring, I live very spartan like. MOTHER OF MARY! but the one precious thing I did bring wound up toast!

10-05-2005, 03:56 PM	#11
The last sane person The Black NÃºmenÃ³rean Join Date: Feb 2003 Posts: 6,773	whimpers Alas for my bow! It cannot be replaced, for it was given to me by my father, when i was but a wee lass of 13! This was after I had been trained in traditional persian and scythian horse archery! Also the same time I got Volricom! That bow was precious! I am nigh into tears!!! SHIIIIIIIT! That pisses me off more than being sick! I've already packed the most part. I just gotta disassemble my motorcycle. I didnt have anything to bring, I live very spartan like. MOTHER OF MARY! but the one precious thing I did bring wound up toast! __________________ Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.