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Omegle with Andrew and JamesYou're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Does it matter? How many people tell the truth about their age on this site?
Stranger: so why don't we start with the truth,
You: 21/ female/ US -.-
Stranger: what you doing?
You: Getting my eye brow pierced
You: my bf got his pierced
You: and so did my mom
You: and her mom
You: and my dad
You: and her dad
Stranger: you should get tats...
You: THAT SOUNDS AWESOME
Stranger: do you have a nice body? or are you fat?
You: Im skinny
You: im one of the lucky ones
Stranger: do you work?
You: D: what?
Stranger: do for living?
You: I'm Chris Hansen with Dateline NBC. Why don't you have a seat?
You: actually im currently a waiter
You: didn't start too long ago
Stranger: do you like it?
You: yea kinda tough
You: by the way you are a gullible idiot
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
OMFG TISH A MEME QUIZ12 OCs! PICK 'EM NOW!
9) Ian (I'm talking bout Conors OC not Ian mertz XD)
1) 7 (Conor) and 1 (George). Dance now, or I'll shoot you where you stand. DO IT, YA FUCKERS.
Conor: I CAN"T DANCE! It said so in RC 8
George: And I'm rich.
Conor: Is that your excuse for everything?
George: Yea pretty much.
Creator: AZDGH^%$*^SHFS( DO IT!!!!
Conor and George: OK!!!
James: It's the first question and the creator already made Conor and George her BITCH!!
2) ...I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have yelled like that. HI. You're all going on an ADVENTURE, YAY! How do ya feel?
James: We are on an adventure!!!
Austin: BECAUSE YOR MOTHER DOESN'T LOVE YOU!!
Ian: :'C It's true ..
Austin: l3 Least u still live with ur parents..
John: NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO DISCUSS UR MOM!!
Theo: So what isn't this adventure of which you don't not speak!
Fyver: I HAVE PUT DYNAMITE INSIDE THIS D
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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