I am merely an adjective. A word without a name. Subjective cause and sinful same slice and slit the shying fame. Dying came and death it knew. Heaven beheld the selective few. But 7 sold the soul of you because behind a shield you are too bold. Hell you shun and hell you hold. Contradiction rules with lustful purity. Forces of each other are fighting one another. Unaware of each sterility. Soldiers clashing to the brink of dawn. For their own sake they hope they're wrong. Destruction and mayhem prescribed to them all. Now all that's left is an empty shell, an empty face, and words without a name.
Omg! I just got back from Star Wars III and let's just say...It's so sad! I mean, all the jedi are killed and I was tearing up and *cry cry*. And you know what REALLY pissed me off?! At the very end, they try to make up for all the death, destruction, and inhumanity with a COLORFUL SUNSET. YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I WAS MAD?!?!?! BITCHES! If you're gonna make a fucking sad movie, then don't end it with 30 seconds of a sunset! GOD! Like, a giant ball of flaming gas is going to make up for Anakin turning to the dark side! YOU SUCK!
Well, as I was stealing stephanie's icon, I accidently hit a couple of buttons and this was the finished result...Kinda weird, yes. But I just felt like taking up kilobytes off of livejournal! Mwahahahahaha!