Target locked a ruthless act
You're poised to get your basis back, how detrimental
Pathetic basket case that went unheard
As innocence, a dirty word, is annihilated
Gumption used for wrong result
To carry out the cruel assault, the blood to be frozen

Creeping in with added sense
Your conscience just a smal pretense, it's fabricated
Instate forgiveness right before the sin
The state your brain is in, it's complicated
Here's a change of plans instead
When someone else is steps ahead the hunter's been hunted!

Precision of the bullet block without a chance to
Sense the shock
Living is fleeing
A human being snuffed for game
You only have yourself to blame, it's so deceiving
Gumption used for wrong result has failed to nail
The cruel assualt
Your blood is freezing
Taken up before the strike
The sickest minds they think alike, your plan deleted
Unbeknownst to those below, the innocent are free to go,
Unviolated
Let this be a lesson learned for all content to let it burn,
You get yours first!

Didn't you get to see your (Faceless crime turned
against you? sniped from behind)
Sniped sniped sniped sniped sniped

Let this be a lesson learned for all content to let it burn.
You get yours first!

This is gonna seem kinda strange, but indulge me.  I want you to picture a fishbowl.  Goldfish, party of one.  If it helps, go ahead and shut your eyes.  Maybe take a few deep breaths, but don’t go snoozing on me, we've got a little bit of ground to cover. Got the fishbowl in mind? Good.

I think it might have already been established that I'm a fairly simple man.  Though I'm not eleven years old, when I use my mind’s beady little eye to conjure up a fishbowl, I might as well be.  Where the more right-brained among us (freaks of nature, as they are) might be able to craft a flawless representation of a fishbowl, capturing the subtle motion of the crystal clear ripples playing at the water's surface and each small aquamarine pebble's perfect placement at the bottom of the glass, I see little more than a cartoon. 

My water is represented by a lackluster stand-in, the scalloped line.  My goldfish is the kind of crude approximation you might find on the back of a mid 90's Tercel, either proclaiming the existence of God, or offering a challenge via Darwinism.  The only bit of dramatic flair my brain is willing to offer comes by way of three small circles in stasis.  These de-oxygenated triplets, my cortex assures me, more than sufficiently convey the physiological complexities that exist to extract and excrete gases, thereby providing the goldfish with both life and buoyancy. Like I said, fairly simple.

Whether or not your own bears a striking resemblance to mine and we're now forever bonded as shame brothers, or you concocted something that's now giving you an unbridled sense of creative superiority doesn't matter all that much.  You can go ahead and stow that memory.  We're going to spend the next few paragraphs adding a new definition to the word "fishbowl."  Here's the figurative from my own dictionary (I'm not claiming to have written or published a dictionary, mind you, I just happen to own one).

"Fishbowl - a place open to public view and criticism : there was no privacy in his office; it was a fishbowl."

That's the kind of fishbowl I'm talking about.  Of course by this definition, nearly every office at Bungie fits the bill.  Typically when you take your seat inside the studio, everybody can see in, and everybody can see out.  If you're a person prone to being distracted by shiny objects onscreen, you'd probably bump into a lot of folks while you were making your way around the study.  That's why we don't do public tours.  Insurance, see.

But though the analogy could be stretched to encompass most of the studio, the proper noun, "Fishbowl," belongs to the joint occupying a pretty sizable chunk of the corner near the studio's front entrance. In fact were it not for the soundproofing, someone with a keen sense of hearing might be able to make out, say, the ratchet of the front door’s handle being tested by potential perpetrators.  Perpetrators whose fathers help them get in on the act.  Where was I?  Ah yes, aside from its proximity to the main entrance, the Fishbowl also boasts some serious hardware that other, more traditional fishbowls don’t.  There's a latticework of heavy wrought iron beams with a handful of enormous bolts to moor the room's framework to the exterior walls, and thick, heavy-looking panes of virtually soundproof, green opaque glass that serve as both wall and work surface for some stuff you more than likely won’t ever see. Super secret type stuff.

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So i managed to recover my hotmail, but  the facebook is fucked. They changed the password and the email the password reset goes to. Iv got in touch with them over it but I think its dead and buried.

I dont think ill do another one at all.

Omgomgomg wtf why Is life amazingz it maeks no sensorz! Pew pew pew iz gotsa lazorz. And i r lookin at dem funny tings on lolcats.com lollollollol look for arby and the chief on yewtube for leszons to talkl liek meh

all is good. Things are more infront of me and even though my situation hasnt changed much (which it has) i feel as if now things are actually going right.

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