Post by Head Master Zombie on Jan 19, 2008 18:38:33 GMT -5
[align=center]Clark County Insane Asylum.[/font][/align]
:: »We are the unwanted children of the world, we feed and live off of the things that drive us and disgust others. We are the ones that fuel the underground society of the world and fill the empty lakes with disgruntle hope. We are, The Trillium Kids.
[align=center]In Dark We Trust[/font][/align]
:: » “Welcome home.” An older lady say’s to you. She has on a blood stained white nurse outfit and a little what hat on top of her bee-hive like hair. It has a little Red Cross smack dab in the middle. She looks at you with a big smile and extends her hand, “May I show you around?” He voice is soft. You take her hand and venture past a white threshold of a door and into the hallway you will never see again at this point. You walk past the public bathroom and side offices and soon reach the beginning of your new life. Past that single door is where you will spend the rest of you days, that is your home, your sanctuary, which… is your last resort.
[align=center]Clark County Insane Asylum.[/font][/align].
:: »I am not going to sweeten this up at all, I won’t say that it is the best asylum in the world, or tell you how lovely the food is. I won’t portray happiness and say everyone is enjoying there stay. It’s pointless to sugar coat things, when they are bluntly obvious. The food isn’t to grate and the service is a little slow. People complain but who is going to rule out there last change of hope? So now this is the part where we state the obvious once again, and use a cheesy phrase. Welcome, to the last day or your life, Trillium Kids.
[align=center]In Dark We Trust[/font][/align]
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:: »We are the unwanted children of the world, we feed and live off of the things that drive us and disgust others. We are the ones that fuel the underground society of the world and fill the empty lakes with disgruntle hope. We are, The Trillium Kids.
[align=center]In Dark We Trust[/font][/align]
:: » “Welcome home.” An older lady say’s to you. She has on a blood stained white nurse outfit and a little what hat on top of her bee-hive like hair. It has a little Red Cross smack dab in the middle. She looks at you with a big smile and extends her hand, “May I show you around?” He voice is soft. You take her hand and venture past a white threshold of a door and into the hallway you will never see again at this point. You walk past the public bathroom and side offices and soon reach the beginning of your new life. Past that single door is where you will spend the rest of you days, that is your home, your sanctuary, which… is your last resort.
[align=center]Clark County Insane Asylum.[/font][/align].
:: »I am not going to sweeten this up at all, I won’t say that it is the best asylum in the world, or tell you how lovely the food is. I won’t portray happiness and say everyone is enjoying there stay. It’s pointless to sugar coat things, when they are bluntly obvious. The food isn’t to grate and the service is a little slow. People complain but who is going to rule out there last change of hope? So now this is the part where we state the obvious once again, and use a cheesy phrase. Welcome, to the last day or your life, Trillium Kids.
[align=center]In Dark We Trust[/font][/align]
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