(1)THE LORE OF WEDGIE LEDGIE ZOMBIE: (TRUE STORY)Scared Burial Mounds&Grounds) MARKSVILLE LA


(vid resp)"FOLK LORE SAYS,IF YOU LET ITT IN,YOU WAKE UP NEXT TO DEAD KIN" 1,2,3,4..til Death we Party long,the bayou&me,4-ITT did bayou so wrong..3ZOMBIE YRS & THURS2.Still.AV.b4dusk reach out4ITT is dawn. And dawn ITT will linger on)Truth talks walks words iTT's known) beginFOLK LORE SAYS,IF YOU LET ITT IN, YOU WAKE UP NEXT TO DEAD KIN."ThisTRUE STORYsets deep down in swampy town,fog bayoubogs,ITT'slogged.ParishAvoyelles,Sad Place, ITT's a State.Dusk to Dawn, ITT come OUT,witchy-waywordwhere-withiewho-willITT-come OUT4U? ITT sure do.But if u a man,u b OK. ITTsways other's ways.When iTT b dark, those Bad Hours,once were ours,Dusk to Dawn,D2D2(also).From D2D2,u stay home.stay INN wit family.Coz iTT goOUT to find iTTs FEEDS.UR Women that iTT NEEDS,iTTs specialty.ITTs GOOD EATS.Now, this i ROAD down is jus a start.I tail iTT all, b4 we part. But remember to return, i have the sum of all iTT's parts.Gather round now.Why Levitate.Believe me,u will see,u already BELIEVE my true story,the Lore of the Wedgie LeDGie ZombieBABE, oops,so cute,butZOMBIE BABY,4the record, let usdescribe, jus incase,u b BLIND! I tail ya a lil biTT b4 i go.(but I brb so u know). Here some details u should know.ITT got knotsa Cypress on ITTs knees an strands of moss four hair weaves.ITTs got scary hairy bull dawg balls,slime grime eyes prey down, besides, iTT lies. lay wit dawg itt happn2u.fleas.hides.covets.wives.thief,iTTtakes lives.ITTwears a cover all,four dummy eyes,but we all no iTTs dis-guise. ITT dont like MANny-THINGs, o,no,not at all, told ya iTT likes WOMENs THoNGS, thats iTT. UHaul.oops,i mean u all.The psWillows,o bad word,now cmon,ITT eats ITT.golly yall.Now folks just want ITT2set free all ITT's lores ITT hung up by ur trees.heteros,b not hung,iTT strung em OUT tho2b SHONE.(Itt knew that you would come along to hear the chimes of ur lost songs. I am serious now,I change my tone. Tonite I write, I have no funny bone.So skipcome byu tour-us part, I not that willy silly smart.I no,ur a bit surprised, but tonite, i havent time to amuse the mime. SO, i end this one little part,I will return,u can bet ur last mark. Let us move along now, my tone aint rite, i got this shiTT tonite. I continue jus to make iTT sound alrite.) SO, let me get my beat along, iTT dont EAT MEAT,so iTT left the men alone.I told u that already,iTTs men-you,iTT not EATS. ITT EATS women as iTTs treats. Oh, cake,ITT likes too hav ITT'S's cake andEATS iTT too.ITT, like iTTs tooth, EATS sweets.loliluvu2.Now I swore upon that bayou one hot muggy summer night, iTT was foggy an I was froggy(still am),but ITT HATH NO RIGHT! ITT aint right.ITT married a MAN-THING, then iTT took my wife! ITT took all women as iTTs owns.I spose uall all know by now,iTT is a HOMO-say-peon! And thats y I made those vows so long ago,and blest all the lost lores, even the hose.A haunting tale u need2know, specially now that Marksville found the Mother Lode.If I dont make iTT back( I will,iTT scared of me) that dont matter, u watch this VID.ITT has clues an s'more-oops too.An I got more4Vid22. But this Vid, iTT tell ya whatcha need2do,or that Wedgie Lezzie Zombie BABE -oops idid itt again, we know britney already-gonna go byU.If only ITT had kept ITT's claws on iTTs own DownyDucksBalls,not the female dog,bitch.But, then there'd be nomore Loretowed. (u do know downyduck dont gitt iTTpsWillows,well, not iTT's; u know the netherlands,iTT b KNOWN. ITTdont doduckydips.i didnt want to 4get that shiTT) Rite now as I rite, the Bad Hours crawlin in "on little cats feet", that's fog,Sandburg, other one's Frost..iTTs gettin dark,an hot up in here,D2D2(also), I must goOUToops I'm not scared. "The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises that I must keep and i WALK MY WOODS IN MY BARE FEET, I NOT SCARED OF NOTHING, CANT YOU SEE."We jus want our lores back from that creep.And if I see iTT I will SHOUT! I will SHOUT! SHOUT! SHOUT ITT ALL OUT! I think you know what iTTs all about,the Wedgie Lezzie ZombieBABE- i mean BABY,iTT's been OUT! Now i must go. I need a little nip,my feets b cold.All these nites I run round,I feel achill comin down,not the spine kind,and iTT aint no kind swine iTTnot b my kind tonite i have no time for a rhyme.I jus needed to cut OUT a bit of this and lot of SHOUT. NOW if ITT gets me, no U,go2VIDEO, thats where iTTs at.Plus,I left someMOREoops notes where ITT does dos.Wile I'm gone, please read along, The Lore of the Wedgie LeDGEe Zombie. no,im not done w my true story or videos, dont b too sore at me tho). OH,REMEMBER WHAT, I TOLD U SO. AN DONT FORGET, B4Nite FALLS,the D2Dalso BAD HOURS. LOCK DOORS. MEN, U CAN GO OUT, BUT IF U GOT SOMEem opss BESt west OOPS INN, UNLESS U WANT EM 2B A LORE)HERE some more unfinished shiTT- nevermind itt didnt fit,mayb later, but rite now, im late, i can goOUT cuz I am a Scout, and i must go check on things that make me SHOUT let me out.antdgongoodnewsthursnitesbigcluesstupid move2lateBABYZOMBIE,2LATE.I am one.AlwaysCOUNT ON.

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Twilight-Chapter 1-Part 4


Inside the truck, it was nice and dry. Either Billy or Charlie had obviously cleaned it up,
but the tan upholstered seats still smelled faintly of tobacco, gasoline, and peppermint.
The engine started quickly, to my relief, but loudly, roaring to life and then idling at top
volume. Well, a truck this old was bound to have a flaw. The antique radio worked, a plus
that I hadn't expected.

Finding the school wasn't difficult, though I'd never been there before. The school was,
like most other things, just off the highway. It was not obvious that it was a school; only
the sign, which declared it to be the Forks High School, made me stop. It looked like a
collection of matching houses, built with maroon-colored bricks. There were so many
trees and shrubs I couldn't see its size at first. Where was the feel of the institution? I
wondered nostalgically. Where were the chain-link fences, the metal detectors?
I parked in front of the first building, which had a small sign over the door reading front
office. No one else was parked there, so I was sure it was off limits, but I decided I would
get directions inside instead of circling around in the rain like an idiot. I stepped
unwillingly out of the toasty truck cab and walked down a little stone path lined with dark
hedges. I took a deep breath before opening the door.

Inside, it was brightly lit, and warmer than I'd hoped. The office was small; a little
waiting area with padded folding chairs, orange-flecked commercial carpet, notices and
awards cluttering the walls, a big clock ticking loudly. Plants grew everywhere in large
plastic pots, as if there wasn't enough greenery outside. The room was cut in half by a
long counter, cluttered with wire baskets full of papers and brightly colored flyers taped
to its front. There were three desks behind the counter, one of which was manned by a
large, red-haired woman wearing glasses. She was wearing a purple t-shirt, which
immediately made me feel overdressed.

The red-haired woman looked up. "Can I help you?"

"I'm Isabella Swan," I informed her, and saw the immediate awareness light her eyes. I
was expected, a topic of gossip no doubt. Daughter of the Chief's flighty ex-wife, come
home at last.

"Of course," she said. She dug through a precariously stacked pile of documents on her

desk till she found the ones she was looking for. "I have your schedule right here, and a
map of the school." She brought several sheets to the counter to show roe.

She went through my classes for me, highlighting the best route to each on the map,
and gave me a slip to have each teacher sign, which I was to bring back at the end of the
day. She smiled at me and hoped, like Charlie, that I would like it here in Forks. I smiled
back as convincingly as I could.

When I went back out to my truck, other students were starting to arrive. I drove around
the school, following the line of traffic. I was glad to see that most of the cars were older
like mine, nothing flashy. At home I'd lived in one of the few lower-income
neighborhoods that were included in the Paradise Valley District. It was a common thing
to see a new Mercedes or Porsche in the student lot. The nicest car here was a shiny
Volvo, and it stood out. Still, I cut the engine as soon as I was in a spot, so that the
thunderous volume wouldn't draw attention to me.

I looked at the map in the truck, trying to memorize it now; hopefully I wouldn't have
to walk around with it stuck in front of my nose all day. I stuffed everything in my bag,
slung the strap over my shoulder, and sucked in a huge breath. I can do this, I lied to
myself feebly. No one was going to bite me. I finally exhaled and stepped out of the
truck.

I kept my face pulled back into my hood as I walked to the sidewalk, crowded with
teenagers. My plain black jacket didn't stand out, I noticed with relief.

Once I got around the cafeteria, building three was easy to spot. A large black "3" was
painted on a white square on the east corner. I felt my breathing gradually creeping
toward hyperventilation as I approached the door. I tried holding my breath as I followed
two unisex raincoats through the door.

The classroom was small. The people in front of me stopped just inside the door to
hang up their coats on a long row of hooks. I copied them. They were two girls, one a
porcelain-colored blonde, the other also pale, with light brown hair. At least my skin
wouldn't be a standout here.

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