Nichrysalis

You have sharp pulse-elevating teeth the stuff I imagine heart attacks are made of I'm bent on selling you a handful of smiles specifically crafted to distract you from the fact that I have almost nothing to say and now you're steering this conversation in a direction that suggests you've forgotten that I don't watch movies or do much of anything but work which maybe explains why one glass of wine gets me wrapped around you car to streetlight crash style mangled limbs breeding curious onlookers and my insurance has expired you're leaning in and all I can think is I don't have insurance

This has been done before by many others :dummy: I don't want to step on anyone's toes, I just wanted to give this a go myself :) If you still write CSS NOT using gruze … stop that! Start using gruze. Just do it! There are a few "hacks" that you will need to make it work totally under your control, but there's always help with those :XD: Well, here comes help with those hacks :la: (I gotta give GinkgoWerkstatt (https://www.deviantart.com/ginkgowerkstatt) credit for some of it, go hug her! That's an order :evileye:) At the end of this CSS Trick I will provide you with a template, that I use myself, as a base for creating new skins. It will only contain the basic classes of the jo

Without a Face, my mask ached. Nothing to cover my mask, it lay exposed to the world, to be judged, to be scrutinized. To be ridiculed.  I don't blame my tormentors, people mock and distance themselves from what they don't understand. But my Face... My face.... that is something worth talking about. I have bounced between faces over the years. All stationary or blank, none fitting right, and none expressing Me. None... working properly. But this... My Face... For once, the mask beneath does not ache. It does not crawl like bugs are living in it. I don't hurt, and for once, my body obeys me. Not my conditions. One could spend countless hours

'when the sky falls,' she whispered softly, playing with the ends of his hair, 'will you hold my hand?' they sat in plastic chairs under the streetlight and staring at the stars. the road was empty and the city was hollow, littered with neon advertisements for underwear and french fries. the wind was cool, but not biting, soft and fresh around her neck as she hugged her body, grasping her shoulders and crossing her heart. she'd only brought one bag and she held it between her feet. her little red case of cds and jewelry. all he had was his guitar. she'd never seen him without it. they traveled light, perhaps hoping it'd rub off on their mind

1. Betadine makes it better 2. Winnie the Pooh is in love 3. Eeyore is a happy donkey 4. My swatch watch broke (alternatively: My watch broke) 5. Water bottles spoil the fun 6. Bed lamps, bedlam and booty calls 7. Ten tea tricks 8. Deodorant is for sissies 9. The longest fingernail 10. The reason I bite my nails 11. Write a sonnet about your favourite PC/PS/XBox/Wii game 12. Write a Ballad about time 13. Write a eulogy for your favourite cartoon character