lenore silentbob being the adventures of the cute little dead girl who enjoys fairies and animals and dead things that smell bad. 020210 ... pralines&cream Nevermore 020210 ... little wonder the most loveable little dead girl there ever was. 020211 ... silentbob Ragamuffin: You smell like rotting fish Lenore: Yes! Ragamuffin: That's not good. Lenore: But fishies go pook pook pook pook" Ragamuffin: No. Lenore: Pooka pook pook pook? Ragamuffin: We have to go to the doctor. Lenore: Pook? Doctor: Well this is kind of strange. you don't have a pulse. Lenore: Is that good or bad? Doctor: ....bad. Lenore: Damn! 020211 ... little wonder Bobby that is my absolute most favourite Lenore ever!! 020211 ... silentbob i care for it too. 020212 ... little wonder pook 020727 ... Sailor Jupiter More tea Mr. Raggamuffin man? ...Yes... 020727 ... phil today 020729 ... Casey Moral: If yoy love someone, set them free. If they return to you, put several 8 inch blades into their head. If they return again, then run.....just run. 021025 ... poetic reference system Lenore Edgar Allen Poe Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! - a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear? - weep now or never more! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! let the burial rite be read - the funeral song be sung! - An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young - A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young. 'Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride, 'And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her - that she died! 'How shall the ritual, then, be read? - the requiem how be sung 'By you - by yours, the evil eye, - by yours, the slanderous tongue 'That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?' Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong! The sweet Lenore hath 'gone before,' with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, [bride - The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes - The life still there, upon her hair - the death upon her eyes. 'Avaunt! to - night my heart is light. No dirge will I upraise. 'But waft the angel on her flight with a paean of old days! 'Let no bell toll! - lest her sweet soul, amid its hallowed mirth, 'Should catch the note, as it doth float up from the damned Earth. 'To friends above, from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven - 'From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven - 'From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven.' 021025 ... silentbob theres a girl in my math class named lenore and i want to tell her how good she is, but she isn't good. she is bad. 021026 ... triplesix A long time ago, a young girl died of pneumonia. She knows because she asked some people at her funeral about it. For a hundred-ish years, she wandered the earth as the living dead. For 98 of them, she wondered what that smell was. Kind of like dooky. During this time, she befriended many characters, the most important being a formerly vicious vampire named Ragamuffin. His blood sucking days ended when a witch cursed him to forever become a puffy doll. Without warning, the girl became ill and died...AGAIN. This time, she actually realized she was dead and went straight to Heck. There she sat for almost two years until she left cause Heck smells like Fritos. Needless to say, the Dark Overlord of Heck was not cool with that and sent an unstoppable bounty hunter, Pooty Applewater, to retrieve the escaped corpse girl. Pooty took a liking to the girl and decided to stay above ground with her. Ragamuffin does not like Pooty. Pooty no likey Ragamuffin. Chaos ensued. But back to the Dark Overlord matter. That guy is peeved. He then sent another bounty hunter, Ouchie Boo Boo, disguised as the girl's sister. He order Ouchie to keep an eye on the girl and Pooty while he sends an army of Heck's soldiers to retrieve them. 061112 what's it to you? who go blather from