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I love the idea of this petition. :)

If you think that MCR.com should restock on ray guns leave comments below!!!
Petition!!!!!!
Repost this please

KillJoy Signatures:
-KillJoy#13
-Detonator Revolver
-Blasta Gunner

THE BEST NEWS EVER!!!!!!!!!

Okay, a few of you may remember that rant about me not getting into algebra that I deleted shortly after, but I bring you great news.
I'M IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D Haha, so when i get my green schedule it should look different than the one I have now....
-Ayesha

Beautiful.

I'm not a size 0. My nose is too big. My eyes are too small, and those 'beauty marks' aren't beautiful in my eyes.
You know what? I'll accept that. Not everyone can be perfect......
-Ayesha

Stereotypes. *READ*

You know, stereotyping doesn't just apply to people like us. I cannot name how many people have stated that they are against stereotypes, yet they remain to stereotype others.

Something I found on Y!A:

"I'm Bulgarian so i must be the sexiest person alive!

I'M SKINNY, so I MUST be bulimic.

I'm EMO, so I MUST cut my wrists.

I'm BLONDE, so I MUST be a stupid ditz

I'm JAMAICAN so I MUST smoke weed.

I'm ASIAN, so I MUST be smart.

I'm NOT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE, so I MUST be a loser.

I'm JEWISH, so I MUST be greedy.

I'm GAY, so I MUST have AIDS.

I'm a LESBIAN, so I MUST hate men.

I'm ARAB, so I MUST be

Oh, cleverbot.....

User: Mama, we all go to hell.

Cleverbot: But we are all bourgeois now.

User: You're just a sad song, with nothing to say.

Cleverbot: You are right good night.

User: Keep running!

Cleverbot: *goes in house*.

User: Fuck like a kennedy.

Cleverbot: Really? Are you sure?

User: When I was a young boy, my father took my into the city.

Cleverbot: Tell me the date when you started existing.

User: There's a corpse in this bed.

Cleverbot: Did my time, took my chances.

User: Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet.

Cleverbot: Just a man and his will to survive.

User: So many times, it happens to

Lost In Time Ch. 9

Chapter eight :) http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/youllnevermakeme/lost-time-ch-8
Oh, how short this chapter is.... :P

Lost In Time
Chapter Nine

The way the words stuck to me, the way those harsh words flowed out of their mouth. How their knuckles struck my chin… even I hoped it would fix me.
"Maybe you should kill yourself. You'd be doing us all a huge favor. Even you know you'll never be able to live for anything."
If only I could die...
I dug out my pocket knife, holding the blade up in the dim light.

HAHAHHHAAAA..... how true this is.
This made my stomach knot.

How strong the lyrics are....... I can't wait for the new album. :)

Lost In Time Ch. 8

Chapter 7: http://www.mychemicalromance.com/blog/youllnevermakeme/lost-time-ch-7
Sorry about the wait :(

Lost In Time
Chapter Eight

I woke up in a strange, dim room. Everything was filthy, even the bed I laid on. Across the room was a younger girl who looked to be about fifteen. She was sharpening what looked to be a piece of glass.
"Where am I?"
"You don't know?" The girl smirked, "A mental institution. I'm Mary, by the way." She stated, dragging the glass down her wrist, the blood dripping onto her bare feet.
Charlie was next to me, staring at my face, like an idiot.

This my favorite story ever.

http://www.literaturecollection.com/a/wilde/330/
THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE ROSE

"She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,"
cried the young Student; "but in all my garden there is no red
rose."

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and
she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

"No red rose in all my garden!" he cried, and his beautiful eyes
filled with tears. "Ah, on what little things does happiness
depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all
the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is
my life made

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