<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:52:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neckohanten</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-116485186212712749</id><published>2006-11-29T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:57:42.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>larf</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/kunoichi133henryb6.gif" align="left" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bunnysnoog.cyborgcow.net/index.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i adopted a cute lil' june birthstone fetus&lt;br /&gt;from fetusmart! hooray feus! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-116485186212712749?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/116485186212712749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=116485186212712749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/116485186212712749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/116485186212712749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2006/11/larf.html' title='larf'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-113065060760331944</id><published>2005-10-29T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:59:07.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If She Puts Me In Peach I'll Kick Her B-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Congradualtions to My Best Friend Brittany.  She became engaged, last night in the middle of Hardees. They plan to marry this next Valentines day. i have been asked to be a Brides Maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh..she didnt get married......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-113065060760331944?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/113065060760331944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=113065060760331944' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113065060760331944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113065060760331944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-she-puts-me-in-peach-ill-kick-her-b.html' title='If She Puts Me In Peach I&apos;ll Kick Her B-'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-113065039147146427</id><published>2005-10-29T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:33:11.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell My Friend</title><content type='html'>My friend Clinton Anderson died Tuesday the 25th when a semi failed to yeild, he hit full on.  he was my brothers friend when i was young, he worked with my brother at the local Wal-Mart. i had a slight crush on him(that my mother teased me about, always going through his cashires line) he was nice to me and treated me like little sister ( which i of course hated at the time)&lt;br /&gt;He was pronouced dead on the sceen. He was only 21.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-113065039147146427?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/113065039147146427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=113065039147146427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113065039147146427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113065039147146427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/10/farewell-my-friend.html' title='Farewell My Friend'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-113064930612902079</id><published>2005-10-29T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:22:25.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons Dont Wear Ponchos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This year for our annual Haunted trail (run by a friend, put together by us:Sean, chad, billy, kyle, me, lani, jack, and random others)  I played the body burster, a setup that looks like a demon tearing through a persons chest using two actors and a large dummy. it was diffucult because i didnt know what costume to wear, eighther a carrie/exosist look, or a goth look, went with C&amp;amp;E because no one would help and it was easy with a nice bloody look. Sean had wanted me in red(waited to tell me till it was too late) handed me a red sheet and asked if i could cut a hole and wear it(like a poncho..hell no! i had a hard enoght nith ahead of me!) of cut and creat a costume ( also a hell no, i only had a hour) to make a short story long i hade did well enough on my own and scared lots of ppls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-113064930612902079?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/113064930612902079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=113064930612902079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113064930612902079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113064930612902079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/10/demons-dont-wear-ponchos.html' title='Demons Dont Wear Ponchos'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-113044002272781945</id><published>2005-10-27T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T12:09:34.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Crap..........I so lazy....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Hello all, been some time since my last post.....im just lazy like that. But, since this little page of the web is my little universe I don't really have to apologize for that do I? Didn't think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am officially on the Great Job Hunt. I live in a factory community so if you wanna work there ya go...However....Seeing as I am a Woman I cant seem to get a job. And NO, IM not using my gender as a excuse, me and my boyfriend applied to the same place at the same time, I was told there were no job openings...Next day he was called in for an interview....Bastards....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am happy for him though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#00cccc;"&gt;..arg.....I want to be a feelance artist for Advertising......I draw dammit! I can only do so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!ACK! Give me money and health insurance and no body gets hurt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-113044002272781945?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/113044002272781945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=113044002272781945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113044002272781945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/113044002272781945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/10/ah-crapi-so-lazy.html' title='Ah Crap..........I so lazy....'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-111110712602434616</id><published>2005-03-17T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T16:52:06.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you cant say something nice...i'll rip your tonge out.</title><content type='html'>I am terribly proud of my friend Michelle, Who is currently on Americas Next top model. I believe she has what it takes to go out there and win that damn model compition. But, as i roam the net i see people callin her things like: ms.Man, no-neck, and skank....i want to kill them all. the funny thing is she has seen and heard it all her self, and she takes it with a smile. It rolls right off her shoulder and she laughs, knowing that she at least had the ambition to go for it. its not like this was her first time out. several years ago, before i met her, she was a model in new york. so, you know there are those out there who have worked with her and know the truth.Many people also like rag about her being a wrestler. why? she is amazing at what she does. i know very few people who would get in a ring and let a 200some pound man bodyslam them. Let alone a pretty girl like her. I applaude her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-111110712602434616?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/111110712602434616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=111110712602434616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/111110712602434616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/111110712602434616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-you-cant-say-something-niceill-rip.html' title='If you cant say something nice...i&apos;ll rip your tonge out.'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-110532728634806893</id><published>2005-01-09T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:21:26.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Answer. Stupid Question.</title><content type='html'>Just in case anyone is curious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Why are you wearing so much balck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my pink clothes are in the wash.&lt;br /&gt;They haven't invented anything darker yet.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning on attendinga funeral, yours preferably.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopeing to get hit by a car while jogging tonight&lt;br /&gt;It goes well with my hair.&lt;br /&gt;It matches my soul/heart.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't show blood stains.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not,this is purple, your colorblind.&lt;br /&gt;*Hiss* and run away&lt;br /&gt;Black clothes are cheaper when you buy in bulk.&lt;br /&gt;They buried me in this.&lt;br /&gt;Why not?&lt;br /&gt;These are black? Damn I knew it was time to do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;The voices said they'd kill again if I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;So you'd ask stupid questions thats why.&lt;br /&gt;Old Navy was out of blue clothes&lt;br /&gt;Up until this morning I was the bad guy in a 1950s cowboy movie.&lt;br /&gt;Because you don't.&lt;br /&gt;It makes my skin look even more  pale&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather I go naked?&lt;br /&gt;I like the slimming effect.&lt;br /&gt;Puh-leeze, its after labor day. for christ sake(works well with lisp)&lt;br /&gt;I match my furby this way.&lt;br /&gt;Once you go black......&lt;br /&gt;Its for cover night operations.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fucking ninja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Wait...What does that word mean again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abacinate - To blind by putting a hot copper basin near someone's eyes. v.&lt;br /&gt;Acrimonious - Bitter and sharp in language or tone; rancorous. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Alcove - A recess or partly enclosed extension connected to or forming part of a room. n.&lt;br /&gt;Anathema - A formal ecclesiastical ban, curse, or excommunication; a vehement denunciation; a curse; one that is cursed or damned; one that is greatly reviled, loathed, or shunned. n.&lt;br /&gt;Animosity - A feeling of ill will arousing active hostility. n.&lt;br /&gt;Apothecary - A druggist; pharmacist. n.&lt;br /&gt;Arcane - Known to only a few, esoteric. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Ashen - Consisting of ashes; resembling ashes especially in color, pale. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Aubade - A song or instrumental composition concerning, accompanying, or evoking daybreak; a poem or song of or about lovers separating at dawn. n.&lt;br /&gt;Blood - The fluid consisting of plasma, blood cells and platelets that is circulated by the heart in vertebrates, carrying oxygen and nutrients to and waste away from all body tissues; a vital force, lifeblood. n.&lt;br /&gt;Bludgeon - A short heavy club usually of wood, that is thicker or loaded at one end. n. to hit with or as with a bludgeon; to threaten or bully. v.&lt;br /&gt;Brutal - Extremely ruthless or cruel; crude or unfeeling in manner or speech. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Catacomb - An underground cemetery consisting of chambers or tunnels with recesses for graves. n.&lt;br /&gt;Cathedral - The principal church of a bishop's diocese. n.&lt;br /&gt;Cavalier - A gallant or chivalrous man, especially one serving as escort to a woman of high social position; a gentleman; a mounted soldier; a knight.n. showing arrogant or offhand disregard; dismissive: a cavalier attitude toward the suffering of others; carefree and nonchalant; jaunty adj.&lt;br /&gt;Cemetery - A place for burying the dead. n.&lt;br /&gt;Cicatrix - A scar. n.&lt;br /&gt;Cremate - To incinerate (a corpse). v.&lt;br /&gt;Crematorium - A furnace or establishment for the incineration of corpses. n.&lt;br /&gt;Crepuscular - Of or like twilight; glimmering; imperfectly luminous; dim; or active in the twilight. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Crimson - A vivid purplish red. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Crypt - An underground vault especially one used as a burial place. n.&lt;br /&gt;Dead - Having lost life; no longer alive; marked for certain death; doomed. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Death - The act of dying or a state of being dead; termination of life. n.&lt;br /&gt;Desolate - Devoid of inhabitants, deserted; rendered unfit for habitation or use; dreary, dismal; lonely, forlorn. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Dirge - A funeral song; a slow mournful piece of music. n.&lt;br /&gt;Discombobulated - Having self-possession upset; thrown into confusion. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Dishabille - The state of being partially or very casually dressed; casual or lounging attire; an intentionally careless manner. n.&lt;br /&gt;Despair - To lose all hope. v.&lt;br /&gt;Disembody - To free (the soul or spirit) from the body. v.&lt;br /&gt;Dread - To be in terror of; to anticipate with alarm, distaste or reluctance. v.&lt;br /&gt;Drown - To die or kill by suffocating in water or another liquid. v.&lt;br /&gt;Dungeon - A dark, often underground prison cell. n.&lt;br /&gt;Dusk - The darker stage of twilight. n.&lt;br /&gt;Dybbuk - In Jewish folklore, the soul of a dead person that enters and takes control of the body of a living person. n.&lt;br /&gt;Enigmatic - Inexplicable, puzzling, or obscure.adj.&lt;br /&gt;Ephemeral - Living or lasting for a markedly brief time.adj.&lt;br /&gt;Esoteric - Intended for or understood by only a few. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Funeral - The ceremonies held in connection with the burial or cremation of the dead; the procession accompanying the body to the grave. n.&lt;br /&gt;Funereal - Suiting a funeral; pertaining to burial; solemn. Hence: Dark; dismal; mournful. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Gargoyle - A roof spout in the form of a grotesque or fantastic creature. n.&lt;br /&gt;Ghastly - Inspiring shock, revulsion, or horror by or as if by suggesting death; terrifying. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Ghost - The spirit of a dead person, especially one believed to appear in bodily likeness to living persons or to haunt former habitats; a demon or spirit. n.&lt;br /&gt;Ghoul - One who delights in the revolting, morbid or loathsome; a grave robber; an evil spirit in Muslim folklore believed to plunder graves and feed on corpses. n.&lt;br /&gt;Gloom - Partial or total darkness; a state of melancholy or depression. n.&lt;br /&gt;Gothic - Of the goths or their language, Germanic; medieval; of an architectural style prevalent in W. Europe from the 12th century through the 15th; of a style of fiction that emphasizes the grotesque and mysterious . adj.&lt;br /&gt;Grave - An excavation for a burial; a place of burial. n.&lt;br /&gt;Gruesome - Causing horror and repugnance; frightful and shocking. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Guillotine - A device consisting of a heavy blade held aloft between upright guides and dropped to behead the victim below. n.&lt;br /&gt;Horror - An intense, painful feeling of repugnance and fear. n.&lt;br /&gt;Immolate - To kill as a sacrifice; to kill oneself by fire; to destroy. v.&lt;br /&gt;Impale - To pierce with or as if with a sharp point; to torture or kill by impaling. v.&lt;br /&gt;Incinerate - To cause to burn to ashes. v.&lt;br /&gt;Incipient - Beginning to appear or develop; only partly in existence; imperfectly formed. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Insipid - Lacking in character and lively qualities; lacking excitement, stimulation, or interest; dull. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Jihad - A Muslim holy war or spiritual struggle against infidels; a crusade or struggle. n.&lt;br /&gt;Lexicon - A dictionary. n.&lt;br /&gt;Macabre - Suggesting the horror of death and decay, gruesome and ghastly. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Magic(k) - The movement of natual energies (such as Personal Power) to create needed change (energy exists within all things- ourselves, plants, stones, colors, sounds, movements.) Magic(k) is the process of rousing or building up this energy, givig it purpose, and realeasing it; the practice of using charms, spells, or rituals to attempt to produce supernatural effects or utilize or control events in nature; the charms, spells, and rituals so used; the exercise of sleight of hand or conjuring for entertainment. n.&lt;br /&gt;Malevolent - Having or exhibiting ill will; wishing harm to others; malicious; having an evil or harmful influence. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Malicious - Having the nature of or resulting from malice; deliberately harmful; spiteful. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Melancholy - Sadness or depression of the spirits; gloom. n.&lt;br /&gt;Midnight - The middle of the night; 12 o'clock at night. n.&lt;br /&gt;Misanthrope - One who hates humankind. n.&lt;br /&gt;Misery - Great physical or emotional suffering; an affliction or trial. n.&lt;br /&gt;Morbid - Of or caused by disease; marked by preoccupation with unwholesome matters; gruesome, grisly. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Mordacious - Given to biting; biting; caustic; sarcastic. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Morgue - A place in which the bodies of persons found dead are temporarily kept. n.&lt;br /&gt;Morose - Sullenly melancholy, gloomy. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Mortuary - Place where dead bodies are kept before burial or cremation. n.&lt;br /&gt;Nocturne - A painting of a night scene; an instrumental composition of a pensive, dreamy mood, especially one for the piano. n.&lt;br /&gt;Noir - The French word for the color black. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Omen - A phenomenon supposed to portend good or evil; a prophetic sign. n.&lt;br /&gt;Ossuary - A container or receptacle, such as an urn or a vault, for holding the bones of the dead. n.&lt;br /&gt;Pillage - To rob of goods by force, especially in time of war; plunder. v.&lt;br /&gt;Plunder - To rob of goods by force especially in a time of war, pillage. v.&lt;br /&gt;Raven - A large bird of black plumage and a croaking cry. n.; black and shiny. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Repugnance - Extreme dislike or aversion. n.&lt;br /&gt;Sanguine - Of the color of blood, red. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcophagus - A stone coffin. n.&lt;br /&gt;Saucy - Impertinent or disrespectful. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Sepulcher - A burial vault; a receptacle for sacred relics, especially in an altar. n.&lt;br /&gt;Shackle - A metal fastening, usually one of a pair, for encircling and confining the ankle or wrist of a prisoner or captive; something that confines or restrains. n.&lt;br /&gt;Shroud - A cloth used to wrap a body for burial. n.&lt;br /&gt;Sorcerer - One who practices sorcery; a wizard. n.&lt;br /&gt;Sorcery - Use of supernatural power over others through the assistance of spirits; witchcraft. n.&lt;br /&gt;Terror - Intense, overpowering fear; the ability to instill intense fear; violence committed or threatened by a group to intimidate or coerce a population, as for military or political purposes. n.&lt;br /&gt;Vampire - A reanimated corpse believe to rise from the grave at night to suck the blood of sleeping people; a person who preys on others; any various tropical American bats that bite mammals and birds to feed on their blood. n.&lt;br /&gt;Waif - A homeless or forsaken child; a stray animal. n.&lt;br /&gt;Witch - A believer or follower of Wicca; a Wiccan; a person who participates in the natural acts of magicks; a woman popularly believed to have supernatural powers and practice sorcery, and often believed to be aided by spirits or a familiar. n.&lt;br /&gt;Witchcraft - Magic(k); sorcery; Wicca. n.&lt;br /&gt;Witchery - The actual practice and methods of natural magicks; a sorceress or woman practicing the art of witchcraft or the general appearance of it; a presumed appearance or assumption of something supernatural. n.&lt;br /&gt;Wizard - One who practices magic; a sorcerer or magician. n.&lt;br /&gt;Wolf - A carnivorous mammal, chiefly of northern regions, related to and resembling the dog; one regarded as predatory, rapacious and fierce. adj.&lt;br /&gt;Wraith - An apparition of a living person; the ghost of a dead person. n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...More later...my hand hurts now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-110532728634806893?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/110532728634806893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=110532728634806893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110532728634806893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110532728634806893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/01/simple-answer-stupid-question.html' title='Simple Answer. Stupid Question.'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-110514955573373280</id><published>2005-01-07T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T17:59:15.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wwwwhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" width="250"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:18px;font-family:Verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I AM 60% ASSHOLE/BITCH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href=" id="115"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;&lt;img&lt;&gt; src="&lt;a href="http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/3.gif"&gt;http://www.fuali.com/pix/115/3.gif&lt;/a&gt;" alt="60% ASSHOLE/BITCH" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 10px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;I am abrasive, some people really hate me, but there may be a group of other tight knit assholes and bitches that I can hang out with and get me. Everybody else? Fuck ‘em.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Take'&gt;http://www.fuali.com/test.aspx?id=115"&gt;Take&lt;/a&gt; the ASSHOLE/BITCH test at Fuali.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-110514955573373280?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/110514955573373280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=110514955573373280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110514955573373280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110514955573373280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/01/wwwwhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='wwwwhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-110473163748127802</id><published>2005-01-02T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T19:58:54.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Brain Spank</title><content type='html'>Dont worry. This is only random writing. It is not an act of calling out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this one is from a story i writing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Whips and Chains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Violent Games&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Skulls and Spines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and Anarchy Rhymes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Black and red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Wish I Were&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(spamphige #1)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dont hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am what I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the girl with the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thick eye liner&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shocks and thrills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold dark eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;full of contemp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;love of the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;self-rightous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i never go away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so just dont&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(#2)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a high-kick like no other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fists of rightousness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;block&amp;duck&amp;amp;cover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this one wont lay down and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(#3)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one sock to rule them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one sock to find them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one sock to bring them all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in the closet bind them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;((-_-\m/ hehehe))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(4)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like it when you bite me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like it when you claw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like it when you hurt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i like to take your all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(#5)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dont believe what they tell you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boogyman is real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he lives within all of us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ready to take the kill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look not within your closets&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or beneath your bed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the answer is more intamit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look to your own soul instead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(#4)&lt;br /&gt;I felt alone&lt;br /&gt;in shadows of my own making&lt;br /&gt;i walked alone&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness of my heart&lt;br /&gt;it was so strange&lt;br /&gt;as if the world were dying&lt;br /&gt;thought my soul was torn apar&lt;br /&gt;tbut you held me thereat the brink of my undoing&lt;br /&gt;and with those words&lt;br /&gt;you stopped the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-110473163748127802?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/110473163748127802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=110473163748127802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110473163748127802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110473163748127802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2005/01/creative-brain-spank.html' title='Creative Brain Spank'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-110402707410504092</id><published>2004-12-25T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T19:24:32.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be a loser if you made this up</title><content type='html'>I found this thing a while back, and I identify with far too many things on the list, it shames me even. How fucking humiliating, says I.&lt;br /&gt;You might be a goth if...&lt;br /&gt;*You pay 6 bucks for cigarettes that match your outfit&lt;br /&gt;*You wear sunglasses in the produce department at night&lt;br /&gt;*You won't get in a fight because it might smudge your make up&lt;br /&gt;*You wake up still drunk at 3 in the afternoon with anonymous black lipstick on your face *People can't tell whether you're searching for a missing contact or dancing&lt;br /&gt;*The only day you feel normal is Halloween&lt;br /&gt;*You don't know whether the person you're sleeping with is male or female until you're actually in bed with them&lt;br /&gt;*You don't care&lt;br /&gt;*The shade of powder you wear is called "Sheet Of Paper"&lt;br /&gt;*You were rooting for the vampires in "From Dusk Til Dawn", Lost Boys", etc.&lt;br /&gt;*The Count was your favorite Sesame Street character as a child&lt;br /&gt;*You watch Sesame Street as an adult just to see The Count&lt;br /&gt;*You wear long, velvet coats in the middle of summer&lt;br /&gt;*You go to Denny's at 5 in the morning and think, "These are my people"&lt;br /&gt;*You think dead flowers are prettier than live ones&lt;br /&gt;*You think anything dead is pretty&lt;br /&gt;*You refer to your age in mortal years&lt;br /&gt;*You give yourself the honorary title of Lord or Lady&lt;br /&gt;*You know what a Malkavian is&lt;br /&gt;*You know what a Malkavian is because you've been there, done that&lt;br /&gt;*You have the t-shirt *You dressed as The Crow for Halloween one year&lt;br /&gt;*You have dressed as The Crow for Halloween the past few years&lt;br /&gt;*The club you frequent has concocted an original drink called "The Vampire's Kiss"&lt;br /&gt;*You buy $15 fishnets and rip them on purpose&lt;br /&gt;*You think blood is "pretty"&lt;br /&gt;*Your combat boots cost more than it takes to feed a third world child for two years&lt;br /&gt;*You've willingly undergone cosmetic dental surgery&lt;br /&gt;*You own 16 or more Cleopatra c.d.'s&lt;br /&gt;*You own even 1 Projekt c.d.&lt;br /&gt;*Friday the Thirteenth is your lucky day&lt;br /&gt;*You can't decide whether Morticia Addams or Lily Munster is prettier&lt;br /&gt;*You decide Wednesday blows them both away&lt;br /&gt;*You could easily blow $500 in a Halloween store&lt;br /&gt;*You could spend all $500 on just make up&lt;br /&gt;*You were disappointed to find out that "American Gothic" is a portrait of two farmers&lt;br /&gt;*You claim the Chupacabra is a friend/relative of yours&lt;br /&gt;*You own a hearse&lt;br /&gt;*You own a hearse and don't work in a funeral parlor&lt;br /&gt;*You keep a coffin in the back as "decoration"&lt;br /&gt;*You keep a coffin in the back as a bed&lt;br /&gt;*You think of the hearse as the "family car"&lt;br /&gt;*You think heresy is a religion&lt;br /&gt;*You claim heresy as YOUR religion&lt;br /&gt;*You own a rosary that you wear&lt;br /&gt;*You own many rosaries that you wear&lt;br /&gt;*You own a glow-in-the-dark rosary that alternates between your neck and the rearview mirror in your car&lt;br /&gt;*You fashion your eyeliner after a culture that's been dead over 2000 years&lt;br /&gt;*You wish to name your first born Lestat&lt;br /&gt;*You plan to name your first born after ANY Anne Rice character&lt;br /&gt;*You didn't know they were characters&lt;br /&gt;*Your purse is large, square and metal *The purse has scratches from being used in a fight&lt;br /&gt;*It has scratches from being kicked on the dance floor&lt;br /&gt;*This is the reason it was scratched in a fight&lt;br /&gt;*You think bats are "cute"&lt;br /&gt;*You argue on whether Poppy Z. Brite or Anne Rice has the more realistic view on vampires *You can debate both sides of that argument&lt;br /&gt;*You've participated in one of those "Do you think Tom Cruise was good as Lestat?" conversations&lt;br /&gt;*You've started one of those conversations&lt;br /&gt;*You saw Valor on the street, you would throw your large, metal purse at him&lt;br /&gt;*You and your friends enjoy congregating in a local graveyard&lt;br /&gt;*No one you know is buried there&lt;br /&gt;*You and your friends take lengthy drives to visit non-local graveyards&lt;br /&gt;*You take pictures of the gravestones while reciting Oscar Wylde or singing "Cemetry Gates" by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;*You know the words to "Cemetry Gates" by The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;*You know who The Smiths are&lt;br /&gt;*Your favorite poem is "The Raven" by Edgar Allen Poe&lt;br /&gt;*Your favorite poem is "Metamorphosis of a Vampire" by Charles Baudelaire&lt;br /&gt;*You spell Vampire either Vampyre or Vamphyre&lt;br /&gt;*Your boyfriend complains that his ribs just don't stick out the way they used to&lt;br /&gt;*Your girlfriend complains that you look better in her black, velvet skirt than she does&lt;br /&gt;*You refer to others as "The Normals"&lt;br /&gt;*You refer to our leather-clad brethren as "Those Industrialites" or "Industrial-heads"&lt;br /&gt;*You go to South Beach, but have never seen the ocean&lt;br /&gt;*You can reminisce through all 4 locations of The Kitchen Club and 2 of The Church&lt;br /&gt;*You put on The Wake and practice dancing in front of the mirror&lt;br /&gt;*You practice with your own personal strobe AND blacklight&lt;br /&gt;*You are too poor to afford either and stole the lights off the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;*You can't even tell whether you're looking for a missing contact or dancing&lt;br /&gt;*You are happy when no one has ever heard of your favorite band&lt;br /&gt;*When someone else "discovers" you're favorite band, you find another favorite band *Christians accost you with pamphlets on the street frequently&lt;br /&gt;*Jehovah's Witnesses accost you with pamphlets on the street frequently&lt;br /&gt;*You accost Christians with pamphlets on the street&lt;br /&gt;*Satanists just look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;*You laugh hysterically during those Church Of Latter-Day Saints commercials&lt;br /&gt;*You call for the free Bible anyway&lt;br /&gt;*You take great pleasure in vandalizing said Bible after waiting impatiently by your mailbox for 4-6 weeks&lt;br /&gt;*You stop vandalizing the Bible momentarily to look up Psalm 69&lt;br /&gt;*In your honest opinion, the image of Jesus ruins the beauty and natural fluidity of the cross *You've been with your significant other for over a year and still wonder what they look like without make up&lt;br /&gt;*You and your boyfriend fight over make up&lt;br /&gt;*You decide to get matching his/hers make up caddies to separate your make up&lt;br /&gt;*You smudge your lipstick on purpose to look like Robert Smith&lt;br /&gt;*You eat those limited edition pop-tarts just because they have bats on them&lt;br /&gt;*You save them because Hey!...they're limited edition&lt;br /&gt;*You call them goth-tarts&lt;br /&gt;*You know what Renfield's Disease is&lt;br /&gt;*You have Renfield's Disease&lt;br /&gt;*You have taken anything on this list personally&lt;br /&gt;*You were offended&lt;br /&gt;*new*&lt;br /&gt;*You go to a playground after dark and actually play on the equiptment&lt;br /&gt;*You can ID your friends from the bite marks they leave&lt;br /&gt;*You actually have an immunity to tanning.&lt;br /&gt;*You've argued over who was the better Lestat, Townsend or Cruise.&lt;br /&gt;*The argument ended up with  you recieving more bite marks.&lt;br /&gt;*You enjoyed them ! =^.^=&lt;br /&gt;*You have re-enacted scenes from, Interview, Queen of the damned, Rocky horror, The *brotherhood, etc.&lt;br /&gt;*You knew the lines by heart&lt;br /&gt;*You find coffins erotic&lt;br /&gt;*Youve had sex in one.&lt;br /&gt;*You were disapointed when you realized the movie  Gothika had nothing to do with goths.&lt;br /&gt;*You saw it anyways when you found out its about a Psych Ward .&lt;br /&gt;*You laughed frequently durnig the movie.&lt;br /&gt;*You think Samara from The Ring is "hot".&lt;br /&gt;*You can see at least 3 things with skulls on them in the room when you look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-110402707410504092?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/110402707410504092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=110402707410504092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110402707410504092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110402707410504092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2004/12/you-might-be-loser-if-you-made-this-up.html' title='You might be a loser if you made this up'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-110402544615341013</id><published>2004-12-25T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T17:44:06.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Have A Gothic Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;h, its that time of year when all seems merry and bright....unless you're a goth. Yes, we all like presents and snow and watchin our family get plastered and walk into walls,.....but for us.....christmas needs....just a little bit more. so here are a few fun ways to have a gothic christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;decorate your home with wreaths of skulls, (black, red, purple, ect) tissue paper, blacklights, and various symbols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;top you tree with eighter a gothic angel, or a pentecle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;use no electric lights, only unscented red candles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;send out handmade parchment ch. cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;set traps for carolers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;serve only forigne alchohol and cigerets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sit before a roaring fire and torch the gifts you dont like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;drap everything in velvet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;watch the nightmare before christmas and the crow instead of rudolf or frosty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;send a list of requried gifts &amp;amp; attire the person should be wearing with cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;have a merry christmas everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-110402544615341013?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/110402544615341013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=110402544615341013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110402544615341013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/110402544615341013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-to-have-gothic-christmas.html' title='How To Have A Gothic Christmas'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-109295067588748524</id><published>2004-08-19T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T14:24:35.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh, what the hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Random Quotes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Some people just don't get the point until you napalm them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is no gothic philosophy, no gothic beliefs, no gothic secret fucking handshake!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ah, yes. Some jackass who read Details or Rolling Stone, or some other pop-culture rag, saw what they defined as 'Goth' and thought "Hey, i like those no-talent, sell-out bands, and i thought the Crow was a cool movie, sign me up!"And now he's going to get a very rude awakening,Next time, read the FAQ and lurk awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Would I like to to have badly-highlighted hair in a little pony-tail on top of my head, a fake tan, 'minimal' make-up with the kind of colourscheme that makes one's face look all blotchy, blue denim jeans and unimaginative t-shirts, a quilted jacket, a boyfriend with hardly any hair who beats up faggots in his spare time, two small accidental children, a crumbling high-rise council flat, a boring nine to five job I hated, and an IQ of twelve? Nope - I'm opting for wierd every time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;what was said....&gt;Besides, I don't think I want to be in that MacDonald's when &gt;you actually snap and start blowing people's heads off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the reply....I can see it now: little McD.'s twerps scraping the floor for burger meat and ketchup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;You're pathetic. You are a twit, and you are a wanker, and no goth girls will *ever* sleep with you because they can *sense* your innate, wankerishness simply by looking at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This snubbing by goths isn't personal, it's just that most goths can recognize something that just washed out of the shallow end of the gene pool when they see it, and they go out of their way to avoid stepping in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-109295067588748524?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/109295067588748524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=109295067588748524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/109295067588748524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/109295067588748524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2004/08/eh-what-hell.html' title='Eh, what the hell'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-109234507042533041</id><published>2004-08-12T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:57:52.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>steriotypical shitburgers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As i posted before, in my hometown i am considered "goth". and with this lable comes the same old steriotypical beliefs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. All goths are deprest druggies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. If your a female goth, you are considered "easy", cause your "depressed", and " a druggie".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. If your male and your a goth, you are considered gay. Thus the reason female goths are "easy", Depressed", and "on drugs".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. All goths wear solid black, have 3ft hairsyles, are pierced to pincoushins, and listen only to bands with names like "lyokin dreams of death" that play in warehouse basements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;While a lot of this is true for certain sechs of goths, ist not true for all of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for starters, my fave color is red, not black. i have striaght aubourn hair. only my ears are pierced. i dont drink, dont smoke, dont fuck the first thing that comlpiments my new jacket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i know some "Lord of the Goths" out there is sneering and calling me a poser, but ya know what? i. dont. give. a. fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The fun thing is that we are so much fun, and so much more thoughtful than most, and have a viable I.Q., that we are pretty poular people at our school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i also know why we are all considered depressed, its becaues unlike other people we think. we ponder. we consider. and we are absolutly sure of everything we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We also, get this shit, read for the fun of reading. Ya all have no idea how much i hate being in English class and when we are asked to read a 6 page story, and everyone around me literally pitches a fit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well.......my hand is cramping and i really dont want to say anything more to you anyways......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-109234507042533041?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/109234507042533041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=109234507042533041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/109234507042533041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/109234507042533041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2004/08/steriotypical-shitburgers.html' title='steriotypical shitburgers'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7933560.post-109229373799427379</id><published>2004-08-11T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:55:37.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WaRnInG!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>hi. my name is Lilian Red. And I dont care about your feelings, personal beliefs, or any other shit like that.^.^ So, i I were to post any thing that may affend, please write it down on a piece of paper and shove it up your ass. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7933560-109229373799427379?l=neckohanten.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/feeds/109229373799427379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7933560&amp;postID=109229373799427379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/109229373799427379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7933560/posts/default/109229373799427379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neckohanten.blogspot.com/2004/08/warning.html' title='WaRnInG!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>lilian_red</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16503434511446077004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
