YET ANOTHER TEST... -- Golden Valley

'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am. Radio won't even play my jam. 'Cause I am, whatever you say I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am? In the paper, the news, every day I am. I don't know, it's just the way I am.

.�.'Cause I am, whatever you say I am.�.

.�.Rapidly growing juvenile struts 'round the domicile, serpentine crested, minute crania held high, ink stained thorns standing errect atop skull, looking as if he owned the whole world. Miniature knives barely pierce the emerald blanketed topography below as lanky appendages animate 'neath petite bodice, yet this doesn't seem to bother the young bastard, for he was busy spotting grasshoppers and butterflies within the blades of jade, then striking them with his flints when their pace was too sluggish to escape from their doom. This never ceases to amuse the gangsta heir, and a satisfyed sneer appears 'pon his arrogant features, bouncing up lightly 'pon lithe haunches as a coltish squeal errupts from larynx, in mere triumph o'er his "victories." Fore-peds meet the lithosphere once again however, as light weight of tyke becomes distributed 'pon all four silver suspension units, liquid pools of steel flickering as the young murderer gazes about the kingdom, searching for more defenseless creatures to cause chaos to. Pewter spheres shift 'round, until they finally land 'pon a small bluebird that perched 'pon a low tree branch, a smirk slowly unfolding 'pon features as the crystal toddler watches it. Target sighted... Lengthy fulcrums animate 'neath torso, carrying him t'ward the creature, before brainpan rises heavenwards, jaws wrenched apart to allow a shrill squeal to errupt from voicebox, then a satisfyed equine chuckle blasts from chords of youth as he watches the frightened bluebird flee into the atmosphere above. Coward! Gangsta heir was still chuckling o'er scaring the crap out of the bluebird when the radio waves bring him his dam's call, oversized flutes flicking forth, silver bottlebrush swiping against haunches, slight roll of smoke hued retinas given as young thug listens to the sound of his mother's vocals. Wonder what she wants... He seems to grumble the words, before rubbers seperate, allowing him to release his own cry, in mere retort to his dam's call, before limbs animate 'neath lithe carcass, propelling the colt t'ward his parental gaurdians.�.

.�.If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?.�.

[lost sin] .creed. [lost sin]
[arabic] .heritage. [arabic]
[albino] .canvas. [albino]
[naught] .scarred. [naught]
[one month] .witnessed. [one month]
[tyrant] .cursed. [tyrant]
[eminem] .sire. [eminem]
[devil in disguise] .dam. [devil in disguise]
[eagle peak] .domain. [eagle peak]