The name's SHOU, and it's embedded on the fingers, kinda like how you add videos and music into your web profile.. Savvy?

Credit goes to Bradley..
Unknown "SAM" Cheeky - 16 years, 8 months, 4 days ago

Come on, come closer and take a peek
Tonight I've got a present for you all, baby
Every possible form of love, dripping wet. Have fun
Singing and dancing, suspicious alcohol, as much as you want
Let the vulgar thing that's near bursting under the table shine

Let's toast: to your dreams, to your transience
Look, the angels are crying

Ah, the night is once again drenched in blood
The devil has blue velvet wings, baby
The pointed tail, the throng of girls, the sleepless nights

Let's toast: to your darkness, to the darkness within you
Until the last of your blood is dry

Let's toast: to your dreams, to your transience
Look, the angels are crying
Until your tears are dried up
Farewell, goodbye

Let's toast: to your darkness, to the darkness within you
Raise the last of your blood
To your dreams, to your darkness
Cheers!

櫻井敦司 of BUCK-TICK, on Diabolos
Unknown "SAM" Cheeky - 16 years, 9 months, 14 days ago

Matthew was chatting with May just now, and he told her this in their MSN conversation:

May: "Who are you referring to in your nick? Sam??"
Matt: "Ya Sam... My buddy.. From VSC."
May: "Oh! I know him!"
Matt: "Huh?! How you know him?"
May: "He's the year 3 guy with long hair right? He's my friend's friend."
Matt: "Ya, ya, the guy with DRAG LOGS (typo error from matthew)

AND YOU DARE TO TELL ME THAT =_=" _|_

Moral of the story?:

SAM IS THE GUY WITH DREAD LOCKS, WHO LOVES TO DRAG LOGS.

=_="
Unknown "SAM" Cheeky - 16 years, 10 months, 2 days ago

I received a strange e-mail this morning.
In which was written “The will to be born.” It says, Right now I’m struggling to exhale oxygen. My remains have already been completely disposed of... They say there’s no such place as Shangri-la.

I became aware coming out from between her legs.
And here I found out “half the meaning,” that right now I’m in the process of holding in the oxygen. The remains need no defending... If there’s no such place as Shangri-la, let’s make one of our own.

The courage to give birth to then scrap something
A knife cutting through thin air
Today, placenta, tomorrow

The reason I never take root even when someone devours me, is that “all living things are alone”

Now then, you hate that it’s our nature to continue this cycle of reincarnation. Of course you do. You still haven’t started construction on anything. But you have plans to start from scratch.

Your face.
Let me see it, please.

- 椎名林檎 on 葬列(Funeral Procession)
Unknown "SAM" Cheeky - 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago

He’s an unexpected stickler, that Mr Kiss over there a little
Hint to her right away, that Sista Kiss over there a little
And you, young lady, are a little unfriendly, aren’t you?
Starting tomorrow, why is it that we’ll be there all night again?
If you know her – you’re already killed in a second
The only “miss” is, actually, below the belly
That’s a true story, the paragraph about the DS being ever-present
You won’t recover in a bottomless pit; shall I tease you?
With an amount of power so small it looks like nothing, shall I tamper with it?
But you know her – you too spontaneously discharge like that
Oh! That device of questionable innocence
Now the unmasking as the sign is peeled away; don’t cry out

That deep red Osca Alfa wins us over running the whole distance
I partook of true charisma – that’s a surface wave
With sorrow blazing down in Obli, I’ll hurry on
Pretending to be straight through divine Providence, I’ll stir things up again
Don’t you know her – an extreme investigation into you
Oh! That device’s questionable innocence
Now the unmasking as the sign is peeled away; don’t cry out
Maybe a partner, sista OSCA
Now crossbreeding if heterogeneous – that presence

- 椎名林檎 of 東京事変, on OSCA.
Unknown "SAM" Cheeky - 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago