RULES:
1. Put Your itunes, windows media plyer etc on Shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

1.IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY
Here's Johnny

2.HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Food for thought

3.WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Kiler Queen

4.HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Try Me

5.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Cry to Heaven

6.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Power & the Passion

7.WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
When Your Smiling

8.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Short Memory

9.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST MATE?
Some Will Seek Forgiveness, Others Escape

10.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
King of Suede

11.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Talk Soup

12.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Naure Trail to Hell

13.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
On the Run

14.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond

15.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Tuesday's Dead

16.WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Paint My Jukebox Blue

17.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/ INTEREST?
Another Day in Paradise

18.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
I dont Wanna Miss a Thing

19.WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Any Other World

20.WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
On the Road to Find Out

21.WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
I'm Feeling You

By Edgar Allan Poe


Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door —
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; —
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"— here I opened wide the door; —
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore?"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" —
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore —
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; —
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door —
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door —
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore —
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning— little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door —
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered— not a feather then he fluttered —
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before —
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore —
Till the

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.
- Brendan Gill

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change.
- Buddha

Life is like an onion: You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.
- Carl Sandburg

When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one, and a lily with the other.
- Chinese Proverb

You have been my friend. That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die. A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that.
- E. B. White
- Charlotte, "Charlotte's Web"

Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.
- Elbert Hubbard

The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference.
The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference.
The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference.
And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.
- Elie Wiesel

[W]e now know that the human animal is characterized by two great fears that other animals are protected from: the fear of life and the fear of death... Heidegger brought these fears to the center of his existential philosophy. He argued that the basic anxiety of [humanity] is anxiety about being-in-the-world, as well as anxiety of being-in-the-world. That is, both fear of death and fear of life, of experience and individuation.
- Ernest Becker

What is the meaning of life? To be happy and useful.
- H.H. The Dalai Lama

However mean your life is, meet it and live it: do not shun it and call it hard names. Cultivate poverty like a garden herb, like sage. Do not trouble yourself much to get new things, whether clothes or friends. Things do not change, we change. Sell your clothes and keep your thoughts.
- Henry David Thoreau

Be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.
- Henry James

Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life.
- Immanuel Kant

You don't get to choose how you're going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you're going to live. Now.
- Joan Baez

What we call the secret of happiness is no more a secret than our willingness to choose life.
- Leo Buscaglia

The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.
- Madame De Stael

The universe is transformation; our life is what our thoughts make it.
- Marcus Aurelius

What work I have done I have done because it has been play. If it had been work I shouldn't have done it. Who was it who said, "Blessed is the man who has found his work"? Whoever it was he had the right idea in his mind. Mark you, he says his work--not somebody else's work. The work that is really a man's own work is play and not work at all. Cursed is the man who has found some other man's work and cannot lose it. When we talk about the great workers of the world we really mean the great players of the world. The fellows who groan and sweat under the weary load of toil that they bear never can hope to do anything great. How can they when their souls are in a ferment of revolt against the employment of their hands and brains? The product of slavery, intellectual or physical, can never be great.
- Mark Twain

The truth is always exciting. Speak it, then. Life is dull without it.
- Pearl S. Buck

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.
- Robert Frost

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