I couldn’t find this song anywhere without it being on some crappy amv or some kid doing air guitar for it
so i just got this CD and decided i would do youtube a favor and upload this bucket’o'awesomeness
Enjoy friends!
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I couldn’t find this song anywhere without it being on some crappy amv or some kid doing air guitar for it
so i just got this CD and decided i would do youtube a favor and upload this bucket’o'awesomeness
Enjoy friends!
Duration : 0:3:47
Avon is a good girl but when she is bitten by a vampire, her world turns upside down. she has so much to learn about being a vampire.
Recipe for fake blood:(will stain everything including skin and teeth) (is safe to swallow) Fill a glass with water and then put in 1 drop of black food coloring and 4 to 5 drops of red food coloring. and stir.
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So ever since I was a kid, I’ve had black line stain on teeth. I brush regularly and I only drink water. I don’t know what’s the problem, but it’s frustrating that I’m trying my hardest to keep my teeth clean but to no avail.
Please help! Please and thank you. C:
Hello…Actually a lot of people have various shades of stains in their teeth..In some cases it’s due to a medication they were given as very young children or when they were still without teeth. Such stains can usually be removed by a dentist..In some cases it will require the use of a Dental Laser.
The Denture Pro.
Mae with a cover of Nine Inch Nails’ March Of The Pigs. This is from the 2006 release Punk Goes 90’s.
Lyrics:
Step right up, march, push
Crawl right up on your knees
Please, greed, feed
I want a little bit, I want a piece of it, I think he’s losing it
I want to watch it come down
Don’t like the look of it, don’t like the taste of it, don’t like the smell of it
I want to watch it come down
All the pigs are all lined up
I give you all that you want
Take the skin and peel it back
Now doesn’t it make you feel better?
Shove it up inside, surprise, lies
Stains like the blood on your teeth
Bite, chew, suck away the tender parts
I want to break it up, I want to smash it up, I want to it up
I want to watch it come down
Maybe afraid of it, lets discredit it, lets pick away at it
I want to watch it come down
All the pigs are all lined up
I give you all that you want
Take the skin and peel it back
Now doesn’t it make you feel better?
The pigs have won tonight
Now they can all sleep soundly
And everything’s all right
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yeah it can as it dilutes the colour
Selenas Pov:My heart beat quickened ,with each breath I took.Tears streaming across my cheeks My body felt weakened by the impact of my meomories,a moment in the past I wanted to never recall.The grueling pain stabbed me once again,my body acheing.His sinister cold dark eyes peering from under his black hat,shading his forhead ,a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck ,covering his mouth ,only eyes is what I could make out from my smeared vision.A hand layed on my shoulder,my head rose up.His choclate eyes gazed at me,the tears evaporating from my burning cheeks.He lifted me ,cradling my trembling body .His breath smoothed over my face.
“What did he say ,tell me so I can smack him later”
His lips pulled into a heart stopping grin.His thumb traced the stains my tears had left.
“He asked me if we used protection.”
My face flamed ,his chuckles hovering over my dropped head.
“What did you say”
I mumbled,embarrsed ,my teeth biting hard on my bottom lip ,a habbit that must be stopped.
“You promise not to get angry.”
I nodded,I knew I wouldn’t like his response at all.
“Well as far as he knows your giving birth in March”
I automatically propped my head up,slapping his arm,he continued to laugh .
“You should have seen his face,when I told him he stomped out of the house,his eyes were like daggers.”
I wiggled out of his grip,and grasped his neck,he pulled me up on his back,giving me a piggy back ride.
“What should we name it.”
He shook his head ,replying happily.
“Chuck Norris.”
I smashed my hand on the top of his hat,he tipped it back up out of his eyes.
“Justin what if it’s a girl.”
He bended down,my feet falling to the floor .
‘Chuckina Norris ,problem solved.”
He exclaimed proudly.I shifted my head from side to side.
“Poor child ”
I sighed ,walking infront of him.
“Hey she or he will be named after THE CHUCK NORRIS!”
He yelled the last of his sentnce ,jumping up and down.
“Justin Chuckina,you sure she won’t get teased.”
He plopped down on the couch,dragging me onto his lap.
“I would be very grateful,I mean if I was her I would wanted to be name Chuckina Norris”
I jerked my eybrow up,staring at him oddly.Getting off of his lap.
“Your a girl.”
I backed away from him,giggling quietly.He stepped closer,filling the space in between.He pressed me lightly on the wall.
“Don’t twist my words Sel.”
I gently shoved him away.
“You better tell him that we haven’t done it and that no Chuckina Norris is coming soon.”
He carried me off my feet,dropping me on the couch.His arm blocking the exit of the couch.
“You know you want me.”
He dabbed my nose with his lucious lips.I grinned ,running my fingers through his hair.
“Keep fantasizing Bieber it won’t be happening soon”
He pecked my cheek and returned to my side ,handling my hand.
“We’ll see.”
He walked to the door bringing me along.He brushed his lips against mine one last time.
“Bye angel”
He reached the driveway,leaving me behind to wave,watching him disappear down the street.My emotions exploding within me.But one feeling stood out .Love.Do I love him?End Pov.
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Heres a virtual movie of the English poet and author Laurie Lee reading one of his best loved poem “Apples”
Laurie Lee was born in Stroud, Gloucestershire, where the pattern of life had not changed in centuries. The families lived in overcrowded cottages, cooked on wood-fires and went to bed by candlelight. Lee was educated at the village school and at Stroud Central School. When he was fifteen he left and became an errand-boy. Lee also gave lectures on the violin.
In his teens Lee had already begun to write poems. He had met two sisters who encouraged him in his writing aspirations. Both sisters were passionately involved with him. At the age of twenty Lee left for London, and worked for a year as a builder’s labourer. He then spent four years travelling in Spain and the eastern Mediterranean. During these years he met a woman who took him under her wing and sent him to university to study art.
According to many biographical sources, Lee fought in the Spanish Civil War (1936-39) in the Republican army against Franco’s Nationalists. However, there have been controversial claims that Lee’s involvement in the war was a fantasy (for further information, see Valerie Grove’s biography Laurie Lee: The Well-Loved Stranger, 1999). Before devoting himself entirely to writing in 1951, Lee worked as a journalist and a scriptwriter.During World War II he made documentary films for the General Post Office film unit (1939-40), and the Crown Film Unit (1941-43). From 1944 to 1946 he worked as an editor at the Ministry of Information publications, and from 1950 to 1951 he was caption-writer-in-chief for the Festival of Britain, for which service he was awarded the MBE. In 1950 Lee married Catherine Francesca Polge, a Provençal woman; they had one daughter.
Lee’s first poem appeared in Horizon in 1940, and his first collection, THE SUN MY MONUMENT, was published in 1944. Lee’s romantic poems show the influence of Federico García Lorca. He has noted that his poems “were written by someone I once was and who is so distant to me now that I scarcely recognize him anymore.” Several poems written in the early 1940s reflect the atmosphere of the war, but also capture impressions of the English countryside, birdsong and the smell of apples and grass.
With A ROSE FOR WINTER (1955) Lee started his autobiographical production. It tells of Lee’s trip to Spain 15 years after his first visit, finding a country ravaged by war, but enjoying flamenco dancing and bullfights. Cider with Rosie (1959) focused on the author’s childhood in the Gloucestershire village of Slad. The book presented a variety of memorable figures, among them Lee’s mother. As I Walked out One Midsummer Morning narrates Lee’s first trip to Civil War Spain in 1936, and his walk across the country from Vigo to Granada. TWO WOMEN (1983) was an intimate story of Lee’s courtship of his wife Cathy, and the birth and growth of their daughter Jessy. A Moment of War told about a young man’s walk over the Pyrenees into Spain to join the International Brigades in 1937.
Lee also wrote travel books, essays, a radio play, and short stories. He received several awards, including Atlantic Award (1944), Society of Authors travelling award (1951), M.B.E. (Member, Order of the British Empire), William Foyle Poetry Prize (1956), W.H. Smith and Son Award (1960). Lee died on May 14, 1997.
Kind Regards
Jim Clark
All rights are reserved on this video recording copyright Jim Clark 2010
Apples………………….
Behold the apples rounded worlds:
juice-green of July rain,
the black polestar of flowers, the rind
mapped with its crimson stain.
The russet, crab and cottage red
burn to the suns hot brass,
then drop like sweat from every branch
and bubble in the grass.
They lie as wanton as they fall,
and where they fall and break,
the stallion clamps his crunching jaws,
the starling stabs his beak.
In each plump gourd the cidery bite
of boys teeth tears the skin;
the waltzing wasp consumes his share,
the bent worm enters in.
I, with as easy hunger, take
entire my seasons dole;
welcome the ripe, the sweet, the sour,
the hollow and the whole.
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It’s from a retainer that I used to wear. Its a black mark on my front tooth that’s sort of indented on there. I want to scrub it off, but how? I’ve tried brushing hard but it doesn’t work. I also used one of those metal toothpick type things. How can I get it off? (aside from going to the dentist) Thanks!
You can try whitening your teeth…which will eat some of the enamel which will probably take away the stain or you can try using baking soda. baking soda with toothpaste should be good for removing stains.
Art work — Cruelty And The Beast – Cradle of Filth.
(Song name has been changed from ‘Swansong for a Raven’ to ‘The Grave of my Clarissa’ in remembrance of someone I once knew.)
Lyrics Below –
‘Forgive the day’s
Last serenades
Her skies they bruise like Nordic women
Deep crimson stains
That Death would claim
His robes of office swim in’
As would I
For his dark eye
Has fixed, a basilisk, a scythe
On charred remains
With shared disdain
For those I chose to mortify
Their cries
Have paralysed
And the smoke has choked these vistas
But still I lie
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa
A verse for her whispered to the earth
(A lover’s curse is a see-through coffin)
Praises her curves so oft concurred
Though she was:
No Snow White on the night she died
Her shadower’s boon when the moon glazed over
Lipped with blood and secrets pried
‘For on and in they spread her wide
That seraph bride
The Devil’s pride
Shalt soon avenge with swift reprise’
But they would writhe
For my dark eye
Bewitched, was fixed like Mordecai’s
On Esther’s reign
And in this vein
I saw their still stain her thighs
Their cries
Have paralyzed
And the smoke has choked these vistas
But still I lie
Though tears have dried
On the grave of my Clarissa
Beneath these trees where the mist enwreathes
Her spirit flees, seeing chains of torches
A fleeting kiss stirring leaves of poetry:
I was:
No dark knight, breaking men like ice
I was like a lycanthrope until the moon glazed over
Lipped with blood and last goodbyes
Now I dream
Enwrapt in pure clouds of the sweetest oblivion
Where beauty streams
Freed from the teeth of those beasts that had come
To tear out her spells
In red lettered cells
Wherein even the crown prince of Hell
Come out of his arrogant shell
Would falter to better
But her face soon dispels
And as black feathers fell
From heaven’s smoke
So I woke to insanity
Her exquisite corpse
Found fit for their sport
Of course
Would burn on the morrow with me:
And there on this night
Strung up in my sight
Naked she sways
Displayed for their vulgar delight
I scream through my bars at the stars
That for these crimes of mine solace me
I will fear not the flames
That to passion are tame
Not nearly the same searing pain
(I pray) As held sway upon losing her
Nor the mettle of roars
That will settle like ashes and scores
As with our ghosts in the fog
When we both turn no more!
Artist – Cradle of Filth
Album – Nymphetamine
Song – Swansong For a Raven
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