Now that i'm getting more into my Myspace,i'm ready to reveal it to the public.

www.myspace.com/darklordavaitor

I just relized after reading an interview with Kevin Clash[FYI,he's the puppateer of Elmo] in my local paper,that the classic Muppet Show turns 30 today.One of the greats,which is still beloved today,by people of all ages,including me.Now i say we celebrate this with MUPPET BABIES!!!!!

Darklord,out!

I have nothing else to do,execpt homework,so here's a classic song's lyrics.

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying a stairway to heaven.

Oh,and kickass video.

http://www.dailymotion.com/tag/cartoon/video/xcvpf_mystik-spiral-freakin-friends

Hey,i'm a mod on this great classic nick site,and i want you all to join.

http://z10.invisionfree.com/nickrewind/index.php?act=idx

HMMMMMMM YES,MUYAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!LET US TOTURE THEM ALL!!!WITH SAUSAGES!!!!!MUYAHHHHHHH!!!!

Sorry,i just wanted to lighten the mood of my previous post.

Note:This has nothing to do with everyone on the TSL boards leaving.

This only a thoguht,but recntely,i've eben so depressed lately,and noone understanding my views in life.I might acutally consider it,as i feel that sometimes dead is the best thing to be.If i'm not on in a few days,then keep this warning in thought of.

I've been here for a while,but it seems like everyone i enjoyed company with on the TSL boards are elaving.I may quit,but it wouldn't help at all.It's all the no Off-Topic posting rulea thing that's causing all of this.Damn!I'm staying,or at least i am until whoever's left leaves.

Darklord,out!

Oh,and in other news,there goes my sig!Thanks to the evil editor of Hannah Montanna!!!

I've been doing this for almost a year,but few people have been coming here!I see other people's blogs,and they always get high ratings!This will most likely be my farewell if noone visits!

Darklord,out!

This sucks.I have the best Married With Children quote ever from the classic "It's A Bundyful Life" to put on my sig,but it says that it'll exceed the limit,so here it is.

'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the house,
No food was a-stirrin',
Not even a mouse.


Stockings were hung round
Dad's nick like a tie,
Along with a note that said,
"Presents or die."


Children were plotting
All night in their beds,
While the wife's constant whining
Was splitting his head.


But daddy had money
This year in the bank,
Then they closed up early,
And now dad's in a tank.


All of a sudden,
Santa appeared,
A sneer on his face,
Booze in his beard.


"Santa," I said,
As he laughed merrily,
"You do so much for others,
Do something for me."


"Bundy," he said,
"You only sell shoes,
Your son is a sneak thief,
Your daughter's a floose."


"Ho ho," Santa said,
"Should I mention your wife?
Her hair's like an A-bomb,
Her nails like a knife."


He climbs up the chimney,
That fat piece of dung,
He mooned me two times,
He stuck out his tongue.


I heard him exclaim,
As he broke wind with glee,
"You're married with children,
You'll never be free."