One of my rats died last night.Ghost.An albino,as the name would imply.He was 5 years old,so he'd had a good stretch,but I'm still cryingHe was the softest,gentlist,most affectionate little bundle of fur...miss him alreadyHe was originally bought as a breeder,but since the poor little lad never figured sex out and used to run and hide from the females,he became more of a particular petMaybe I'll post some pictures.I don't know.

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I'm a tormented soul, no one understands me. I just feel that there is nothing left to live for, or to fight for... For what? To see the destruction of this world we live in? People don't care anymore, they just wan't to be left alone and enrich their pockets, they don't care about people that suffer, like me...

I have ask help and know one cared... why bother?

Tell me something to live for, make me believe and something again...

I dear you...... Read More

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“We have a problem sir…” The voice said over a secure line.

“Go on Arch Angel…” An older voice replied.

“The Angel of Death has fallen, I repeat, the Angel of Death has fallen…”

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The streets were dark, eerie, and thick with a mid November chill. The stars were obscured by a heavy covering of clouds, every once in a while the sinister glimpse of a fat and frightening orange tinted full moon would peak out and wink at those below.

“Night is the devil’s play ground Johnny, you... Read More

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Chris Thomas wasn’t thinking of the end times, Armageddon, nor even Jesus the night the world began its lonely descent into Hell. He was rather sitting inside his single bedroom apartment, second story up with only three windows—two of which looked out from the rectangular living room onto a depressing bleak parking lot to the neighboring McDonalds—typing like a madman with the band Disturbed feeding his hungry ears all the blaring rock he desired.

Th... Read More

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