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In Other Words....

Mon Jun 8, 2009, 1:23 PM
A pre-pubescent survivor of a nuclear fall-out found that his female friend named Alex had ignited when her cardboard box with only twenty matches lit due to an intense electrical charge. ‘That was the end of our toxic relationship,’ he thought. It was then that the boy met a girl named Alice who was bound by thick links of iron, who was imprisoned in a box with spikes by some patriotic outcasts. With the help of some back-alley children, they escaped into a flying machine made of a soft metal. There they opened and closed their eyes 182 times while they numbered black birds. However, they were shot down when a smith of arrows struck their device with metal spikes that were 1 inch less than 10 inches. Feeling as though God had struck them, they placed their device on the robotic captain and fell like large birds. They landed in as rubbish pile, and using a psychic eye, they searched for a bit of peaceful sanctuary; however they discovered that it was blind. Thus, the mixed group were angered against manufacturing, since it had caused all the rubbish, and headed towards the female hierarch. When they got there, it was much too frigid to enjoy themselves outside, so they pressed their lips together to keep warm, but ending up colliding their mouths. The female hierarch was plagued, however, by all her sons who had passed on, all of whom where named Kennedy. She said that she would stop the manufacturing if they found her sons’ murderer. They agreed, and with some mechanical firing devices and flowers they tumbled along like rocks. They arrived at a gymnasium where a few children had been dubbed their saviors by those with the metallic finger. It was there that they met a holy man named Judas, who declared that he was retrieving the seventh day of rest. His faithful sidekick, Pearl, began to play a series of instruments, and soon there was mayhem at the ‘70’s nightclub. The resulting cost was 41 dollars. It was then that they had a coughing fit and woke up to find that they had spent very jade 24-hours.

In other words, the Fall-Out Boy found Alexisonfire when her Matchbox Twenty ignited by AC/DC power. ‘That’s the end of My Chemical Romance,’ he thought. It was then that Fall-Out Boy met Alice in Chains who was stuck in an Iron Maiden by the All-American Rejects. With the help of the Backstreet Boys, they escaped in their Led Zeppelin. There they Blinked-182 times and Counted Crows. However, they were shot down by an Aerosmith with Nine Inch Nails. Feeling Godsmacked, they put their Led Zeppelin on Automatic Pilot and fell like The Eagles. They landed in Garbage, and tried to find a Nirvana or Oasis, but their Third Eye was Blind. Thus, the Mötley Crue Raged Against the Machines which had caused all the Garbage and went to the Queen. When they got there, it was too Cold to play, and they ended up KISSing to keep warm, but instead they Smashed their Mouths. The Queen was plagued by her sons, the Dead Kennedys and would stop the machines if they found The Killers. They agreed, and with their Guns ‘N’ Roses they became Rolling Stones. Their search brought them to a gym where the one with the Goldfinger had dubbed a few kids as Gym Class Heroes. It was there that they met Judas Priest who declared that he was Taking Back Sunday. His faithful sidekick, Pearl, began to Jam, and soon there was Panic at the Disco. The Sum was 41 dollars. It was then that the Weezers woke up to find that they had spent a very Green Day.


I fit 40 bands in here. Can you make the story less random and fit in even more bands without repeating? That's my challange to you.

  • Mood: Teasing
  • Listening to: I'm On a Boat
  • Reading: Pet Sematary
  • Watching: This flashing bar at the bottom of the screen
  • Playing: Final Fantasy VII
  • Eating: Toast
  • Drinking: Glue

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  • Current Residence: In a cozy shack by the river of tears on the moon
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  • Interests: Anime, Drawing, Writing, Horror, Suspense, Fantasy, your left foot, toe cookie
  • Favourite movie: And Now For Something Completely Different
  • Favourite band or musician: Life's Only Lesson
  • Favourite genre of music: Alt. Rock
  • Favourite artist: Anyone who dared to let their imagination soar
  • Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde
  • Favourite photographer: .....
  • Favourite style of art: Manga
  • Operating System: Jimminy Cricket
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano
  • Shell of choice: The ones Shelly sells by the seashore.
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  • Favourite game: DEVIL MAY CRY 3
  • Favourite gaming platform: PS2
  • Favourite cartoon character: Zuko from Avatar
  • Personal Quote: Wait, what?
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:iconone-chemical-girl:
hey 22/female. you're cute =) check me out on my webcam chat thing CLICK HERE

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:iconporcupineshrub:
Yo ho, fellow VHS'r. Just wanted to say you have by far the coolest name.
:iconhanimetsuki:
Why, thank ya. It means honey eyes, my friend calls me that because my eyes are copper (only unusual thing about me, unfortunately...)

Anyway, I was looking at your gallery earlier and I have to say that I love your photographs. They're really...well artistic (which is what you aim for in your photographs and writing, ain't it?)

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Radiation mucks with your DNA, and unlike in the movies, you don't get super powers; you get cancer.
:iconporcupineshrub:
Actually, I was talking about your real name. (Yep, I'm the other Alex).

And yes, I do strive to be, uh, artistic ;p
:iconhanimetsuki:
Ah, in that case, your name is extremely amazing too. (Hurray for unisex names!) Sadly, it's origins are kind of depressing...it means 'Defending Man' in Greek and...I was named after that whore in the movie, "Shrimp on the Barbie." No joke...she was a whore.

Well, you certainly get the artistic part down. I love you're writing, even though I often don't agree with what you're writing about. The way you right, though, makes me feel that writing shouldn't be a forum, but an art (which it is). ... now I'm confused...:confused:

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Radiation mucks with your DNA, and unlike in the movies, you don't get super powers; you get cancer.
:iconporcupineshrub:
Lol, if imdb is right, Shrimp on the Barbie is about this Mexican named Carlos who works as a waiter. Could be worse though. I was named after some television doctor from the seventies.

I'll admit I'm good at one thing: making nonsense sound profound. Like, half the time I'll read something I just wrote, have no idea what it means, and send it in anyway. :p Lol, and everyone apparently buys it. Deep, yes, yes.

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