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well i was curious. when you have contact with someone else that is sick. What's the amount of germs that you'll receive? or the time of germs you'll get? -thanks

how can i downgrade on myspace 2.0, i dislike it and i cant find a way out of it. I went on the myspace forum and it said go to customize, and click undo, and i cant find that, if anyone knows please tell me

i started writing again, i want your opinion on it, personally think it needs more work, but here you go!

I felt the duck tape press upon my lips. Only muffled sounds escaping through its barriers.

I didn’t know were I was; I could only see the darkness creeping closer. It had to be daylight. I could feel the presence of light slipping through the cracks of this abandon shed. I won’t be dodging death once more, but I’ll be inviting it into my heart. Into a body, that accepted its fate. I felt weak; my arms contained no strength to go on. My wrists, thighs, and feet were attached to a padded wall. I looked around my surroundings; cobwebs dangled from the corners. Its silk shined when the light penetrated its surface, many broken jars on a near by self. I couldn’t see it well, but it seemed like human remains. Small pieces of fingers, toes, ears, and eyes incased in broken containers. Dust formed on its exterior, I noticed the dried blood spattered all over the wall. Many gardening and medical tools scattered over an old table. I smelled the strong pungent smell of decaying bodies. The idea of tolerating death soon slipped my mind. I needed to get out of this hell. My muscles flexed, attempting to brake through the rope, but it was a useless cause. I felt a cold breeze slip through the cracks, and hit my body. I trembled from the arctic temperature. For the first time I noticed I was nude. My lean and well-formed muscles contracted and loosened. I felt my bare thighs rub together. I seemed to be starved; my ribs broke through my peach skin. I breathed heavily; my abs rising and retracting. My circumcised penis lay on a patch of blond pubic hair, were it belonged-thank god. My heart skipped a beat, momentarily stunned, forgetting all my thoughts. I heard hallow footsteps slither closer, but there was no entrance, door, or window to enter from. I heard it once more, but from below. I heard latches and locks open. I knew I would meet my killer, my rapist, whoever it may be. I took a deep breathe and prepared for the worse.

well i was bored and started to write, i emailed it to my reading fanatic friend, and he said "I'm thirsty for more" i laughed, but what do you think? is it good? any pointers?

As I saw him soar through the streets, maneuvering through the crowd, he disappeared. I couldn’t see him anymore. The people seemed like cows being herd into their stalls. The voices shouting “move out the way”. I seemed to drown in my big personality. I needed to see him once more. I knew he didn’t want to speak to me. His hair swayed in the air. Black like burning charcoal, white as ivory, smooth skin like a model, a body that meant to be worshipped, he was a god, a deity in my eyes. The tall skyscrapers lay a shadow on the sidewalk. I heard his voice ring out like a bass violin singing its sorrow lullaby. He got into a cab, its wheels swerving on the hot asphalt avenue. I screamed his name out with tears running down my face. I wanted him to be with me. I would probably never see him again. His golden eyes that resembled honey, his full wide smile, his pearly white teeth that light up my dull office. What was his name again? Raulmundo?

I walked back to my office. I felt so disappointed. Everyone looked at me, like I was a freak. Was my hair out of place? Was my mascara ruined by my tears? Was my heart broken? Of course! I chased after a man that I never seen before. His singing and beauty immobilized me. I couldn’t help it, I needed to meet him. He was great for the music industry and well…me. I opened my office door, not bothering to hear my assistant shout out dates, meetings, and brunch with useless people. I slammed the door behind me and stood in front of the mirror. I looked like I just had a child, recently released from the hospital. How fast was I running? My hair was insane, just like me. I chuckled at the thought. A mental asylum would be my final destination. My emerald green eyes were still bloodshot from my tears. They seemed to twinkle with sadness. My rosy cheeks and nose made me look like a child. My almond burgundy hair that clung over my face, damp with sweat. I sat on my chair and leaned on my desk. I looked on my name plate Annabell Riley

Please help :)

this is for AP* World history :"(

i'm doing an assignment for AP* world history, and I can't find anything relating to this. Please help :)

Gawd, what did i get myself into? wo00t Pientka!

I want to move near the panhandle of florida. I currently live at west palm beach {south florida} I want to move to a city or town that isn't soooo crowded or has to much traffic. Have any idea where?

And was wondering which ineternet company is cheap and reliable im hoping something cheaper than 60 bucks. I already tried comcast and netzero

Im tall as hell but am I overweight?

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