Fall-Out-Boy-4-Ever

there once was a brown midget who couldnt get laid at all out boy he called himself always looking for the fall one day he met a sad emo man playing the drums somewhere outside chicago said oh emo man, will you take this guitar, you suck at the drums, get up, STAND! a neanderthal walked along, with hair of red swaying in the wind said IM A VEGAN MOTHERFUCKER AND I HATE YOU ALL BUT OK, LETS BEGIN a jewish man named joe, along with his fro deiceded to make this mess of a lot of simpletons into something that would make girls craze and pete penned his frustrations into songs this sad emo man would soon sing HE SANG O' HE SANG IMMM NA

 I smiled gently, a soft piano melody floating around me. I was content here. Was I dreaming? A soft sound alerted me of someone's presents in the room. I turned around, curious to see who occupied this beautiful place with me. "Mr. Sandman..." I said quietly. His ever-grinning paint fit around a small, but sure smile on his lips. He held out a hand. "This is your last dream. I had to make it special for the person whom occupied my time when she had better things to dream." He said, his lips moving, but his voice seeming to filter around me like the piano music. Soft, quiet, gentle. I took his hand, and he pulled me close. The music nev

 Ryland held Terri in his arms, the cold, late December air nipping their skin. It was Christmas Eve, and the couple of 5 years honestly didn't have much better to do. They laid on the twin slides, a small divider between them. They had gone to a movie earlier in the day, then dinner, then went to the beach for some stupid reason. Somehow, after a bit of aimless wondering, they ended up at a giant playground, and had climbed up a pair of adjoining slides and had been there ever since. "Hey Ry-Ry," she said into the cold air, fog seeping from her lips as she spoke. He looked over, green eyes piercing her brown ones. She slowly leaned over,