Lemmings...

[cabbitzilla]

Columbia


Which Rocky Horror Character are you Fucking?
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Errr.... can I -BE- Columbia, instead? I promise I'll be good... and I can use her makeup kit to draw the joints in on elbows and knees... that'd be lovely...

The sixth book written, you're nevertheless the first chronologically. You not only describe the creation of Narnia and tell where the White Witch, the lampost and the wardrobe came from, you get to bounce between worlds with the help of Uncle Andrew's weird magic rings. Find out which Chronicles of Narnia book you are.

That's kinda nifty... 's been a while since I read them, though.

Primary Ability: Empath Empaths posess the ability to feel the emotions of others. They are gentle people, who encourage and nurture others. They percieve the world with their hearts and not with their minds. Empaths make great friends because they understand people.
Secondary Ability: Farseeker Farseekers posses the ability to communicate over great distances via telepathy. They are great friends who know when they're needed, and seem to be able to detect others thoughts.
What is your Misfit Talent?

*peers, then shrugs* Given what I -can- feel... on more than one occasion I've wished to be numb and headblind. No such luck, though. It's like that little metal loop in the game Croquet... you set it up, then along comes a big wooden ball that plows it over. And there's nothing left but to be stood back up again, knowing that it's just going to happen again. The point? There's no rest for the wicket...


Song of Note:
I see a red door
And I want it painted black
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars
And they're all painted black
With flowers and my love
Both never to come back

I see people turn their heads
Then quickly look away
Like a newborn baby
It just happens every day

I look inside myself
And see my heart is black
I see my red door
And I want it painted black

Maybe then I'll fade away
And not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up
When your whole world is black

No more will my green sea
Go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee
This thing happening to you.

If I look hard enough
Into the setting sun,
My love will laugh with me
Before the morning comes

I see a red door
And I want it painted black.
No colors anymore
I want them to turn black.

I see the girls walk by
Dressed in their summer clothes.
I have to turn my head
Until my darkness goes.

I want to see it painted,
Painted black.
Black as night,
Black as coal.
I want to see the sun
Blotted out from the sky.
I want to see it painted, painted, painted
Painted black.
Yeah.
- Rolling Stones, Paint It Black



Yeah, I'm in pretty scrambled headspace at the moment. I think I'm going to ramble on, now...

*hugs*
~Ellie-chan, cabbitroid servilitus