Intro

So i'm a wittle ok today, i'm watching Sleepy Hollow, yay!
Johnny Depp!
Ok, i have a fortune cookie in my hand, i'm a bbout to open it...still opening...
got it!
"You have an unusual magnetic personality."

Awesome, i'm "magnetic".
I ate alot of potato salad n chinese food today, so i'm quite hyped up. Plus it rained while it was still ferry sunny, i love it.
Right now, i'm experimenting, i'm very questionable, so i'm looking around the web at witchfart, spells, vampires, n such,
interesting,
you never know, there's a thin line between fiction n reality,
not that many people think like that, but there's so much in this world we really don't know about,
I mean, does anyone trully know if jesus is real or not?
Or if the roman/greek gods are somewhat there,
or, or, if the zodiac (european and chinese) are true; they work well with me, except for the love section, nah not too good
i like sharing my poems, (i do have a website, if you would like to check it out message, me!):

The Candy Man
(WARNING: This is not for a child's eyes!)




Come my child,
Come & play for a while.
I have candy & sweets for you,
If you’re a good boy I’ll give you cakes too.
Eat, eat as much as you like.
Don’t worry about anything my little tyke.
For tonight we shall eat & eat,
And have us a great little feast.
Of food beyond your wildest dreams,
Just stay here with me, for all as it seems.
And stay, stay just for a while.

So says the little candy man,
Watch for the little candy man.
For he may eat you, in a stew, or a can,
Or he’ll eat you alive in a frying pan.

Come, come my child,
Come & play for a while.
As I sharpen my forks & knifes,
I am so lonely for you see, little child I have no wives.
So you keep me company in my great little feast,
All I’ll need is little more salt & a little yeast.
First I’ll cut you up & drink your blood,
Skin you nice & throw it in the mud.
There you go in the oven to bake,
As I watch your dead little eyes still awake.
Come, come my child, & play for a while.

So says the little candy man,
Watch for the little candy man.
For he may eat you, in a stew, or a can,
Or he’ll eat you alive in a frying pan.