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I’m about 5’3 so I’m really short.
Well forst off my name is Kaylen,
But my friends they call me Pansey,
for two resons
One is beacsue i'm so short ( i have no idea how that got like that LOL :D)
And two i s is becasue Frank Iero Is MY Guitar Hero!!!!!!
Well i guess i should tll you about my life and likes lol:
i like music A LOT.
I’m really good to get along with.
<---------------------------------- that pict is Me
I’m not a prep so don't call me one nor I'm i a poser so call me one and i will hunt you down and hurt you just kidding but don't call me one.
.My favorite band is my chemical romance.
A lot of people look at them as emo or a teen bobber band but
I love there music and what they do and i don't care what
you think because they are a GOOD band.
I also like the used, green day,
Hawthorne heights,
avenge seven fold
and a lot more
About me: I have brown hair blue eyes were glasses there kinda like Mikey way but more rounded . the pict thats me yep ugly old me alot of people think i'm not I’m not skinny but I don’t call my self fat either.
'm really hyper alot
my favorite food/candy: Hmmmm skittle's all thy way,
any kinda chip,
fudge rounds(yummy)
Popsicle's all the way,
coke,
fudge pop-tarts.
School life: I have maybe two friends so I’m not really popular.my favorite subject in school is art and writing. I hate homophobia i think that is how you spell it but if u are a homophob then dont even talk yo me!!!!!!!!!!!
Job: i want to be a ninja when i grow up that is my life long goal. no really i want to be a writer i have a LOT of books written but none published so i hope to get some published
but that is me in a nut shell and
a lot of people say I’m a good writer but I don’t think so :D

Storys My Storys:
only the good Die young- A sad story that is Now finished YAY it has the Whole MCR Gang and a Little twist in it
Silent Love- cheating Scandles And more Every thing you could want in a story And it has a + in it.....MCR
Hello Angel Tell Me Where You Are?- it has a mamber from Mibba on here and her Name Is.......the one the only......ZILLY.!!! Oh and MCR lol
'Cause the Hardest Part Of This Is Leaving You- the 2nd part of the wonderfull Story Only The Good Die Young!!!!!!!!!!

AND A NEW STORY CALLED Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...

and like i said i love mcr but alot of the fans "were me out" and alot of them dont really know them there just there for the sexienesssss for me it is just a plus ^.^ . so and i will quote sorry about this "but they sing the songs and not know what they mean so before i pull the trigger and put the guns to there heads i will say so long and good night to my life."

"so at the end of the world the last thing i see is my father taking me to the city to go see the prade's. but before i go make suer to tell the wanna be MCR fans it's not a fashion stament. it's a death whish."
and yes i made that all up by myself and if i see it on any ones prfile with out any regition it will become personal >*<.

HAPPPY BIRTH
DAY FRANKIE IERO





I am the boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday.
I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian
I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.
I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.
We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.
I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.
I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me. I am not one of the lucky ones.
I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.
We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.
I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.
I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.
I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.
I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.
I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.
I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.
I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didnt have to always deal with society hating me.
I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends im a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson"

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i am a marcher in the black parade, I mourned Helena, I saw the demolition lovers, I saw the ghost of you, I cheered three times for revenge that was the sweetest, I brought MCR some bullets, they brought me their love, I checked into the hotel Bella Muerte, I gave 'em hell, and I know vampires will never hurt me. I stayed out of the light and photographs, and got in a line to be grieved. I went to a tragic affair, and wiped off the makeup.I served my resignation in drag, and got front row seats to the penitence ball, I am tongue-tied and oh-so squeamish, never fell in love and got what I deserved. I explained the unforgivable, drained the blood and gave some kids a show. It looked like I was laughing, but I was really just asking to leave. I had the guts to say I don't love you like I did yesterday. I never made anyone try to stay. I lived in a house of wolves, and I got innocence for days. I got a drink for the patient whose lips were chapped and faded, and I told mama that we ALL go to hell. I was never sorry for what I did. I shut my eyes and let go of my dreams. I got shot a smirk and the drugs never worked. I was there on the day they sold the cars for the queen. There's nothing I can say to change that part. I gave blood, gallons of the stuff and encouraged co-operation. a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full, you know? let me break this awkward silence by saying so long and goodnight.



-Gerard Way"Hey girls, you're beautiful.
Don't look at those sticklike models.
Eat healthy and exercise. That's
All. Don't let anyone tell you
You're not good enough. You
Are good enough, you are too
Good. Love your family with all
Your heart and listen to it. You
Are gorgeous, whether you're a
Size 3 or 14. It doesn't
Matter what you look like on the
Outside, as long as you're a
Good person, as long as you
Respect others. I know it's been
Told hundreds of times before,
But it's true. Hey girls, you are
Beautiful."

am a Demolition Lover. I am NEVER okay. I was welcomed to the Black Parade. I am young, and I don't care. I am Disenchanted. I am filled with unapologetic apathy. I mourned Mikey's glasses and the death of Pansy. I live Life On The Murder Scene. I cried to The Ghost Of You. I cried to Famous Last Words. I worried about Bob & his burn. I helped Gee stay sober. I have an obsession with Ray's hair. I am not afraid to keep on living. I Crashed The Cemetery Gates. I've brought you my bullets when you brought me your love. I've given Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. I know what they do to guys like us in prison. I've given 'em hell, and hung 'em high. I've killed all my friends. I gave you gallons of blood. I've seen the Early Sunsets Over Monroeville. Vampires can never hurt me. I am DEAD! And I will be buried in all my favorite colors. Black. So shut your eyes, kiss me goodbye, and Sleep. These are my Famous Last Words. So, Thank You For The Venom,so long and good
COOL MCR GUN

I will always stand by them no matter what they do or decisions they make... as a die-hard soldier of the MCRmy..I solemnly swear to give my blood, sweat and tears for the sake and well being of Frank Iero, Gerard Way, Ray Toro, Mikey Way and Bob Bryar... "


I WILL ALWAYS BE PART OF THE MCRMY

MCR= Five angels in disguise
MCR= Unicorns
MCR= Skittles
MCR= Coffee
MCR= Greatness
MCR= Parades of black
MCR= Blood
MCR= Afros
MCR= Bashing and smashing and cussing at cameras
MCR= From hair that goes from long and black to short and blonde then back to black
MCR= Three cheers for sweet revenge
MCR= Romances unlike any other
MCR= Fear of needles
MCR= A certain drummer's solo project that is highly adored and supported
MCR= Addiction
MCR= Vampires, werewolves and pirates OH MY!
MCR= Fantasy
MCR= Guitar burn
MCR= Ferard fan fiction
MCR= Demolition lovers
MCR= A life long wait for a hospital stay
MCR= Secrets
MCR= Many injuries
MCR= Obsessions
MCR= An army
MCR= Dancing corpses
MCR= Comics
MCR= Sticking forks in toasters and wanting to do it again and again
MCR= Brothers
MCR= Creativity of the mind, body and soul
MCR= Icy blues
MCR= Love
MCR= Two little boys who lost their grandmother.
MCR= Crashing the cemetery gates.
MCR= Late nights and early sunsets.
MCR= Coke Zero
MCR= Power
MCR= Raging guitar solos
MCR= Being caught in the middle of a gunfight in a center of a restaurant
MCR= Living in a house of wolves.
MCR= having the shit scared out of you by teenagers.
MCR= Getting to the doctor, and calling the nurse, buying roses and burning the church, hanging out with corpse and driving a hearse.
MCR= Setting the ferries wheel ablaze.
MCR= Letting them in.
MCR= Taking him/her down without a sound.
MCR= Diving headfirst for halos
MCR= Bulletproof vests.
MCR= Life being only a dream for the dead.
MCR= Life only being a joke.
MCR= Not being o-fuckin-Kay and screaming it.
MCR= Keeping your soul a secret in your throat.
MCR= Singing about everybody tying their shoes. *clap clap*
MCR= Never forgetting your roots.
MCR= saving a soul.
MCR= Putting a spike in a heart.
MCR= Draining blood every hour on the hour.
MCR= Holding in your heart the sword and the faith.
MCR= Finding a way to carry on.
MCR= Disappearing with out your love.
MCR= Never coming home.
MCR= Not letting the ghosts catch you if you fall down.
MCR= Not telling what you do for a living.
MCR= Life.


My Chemical Romance Fans!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So we claim to be an army
To be part of any army, you need co-operation,
trust and bravery.
But why are some of our MCR soldiers turning
their backs on us?
To fall in line with a conformist society?
Is that what they want from us?
For us to FALTER and fall onto our knees?
We will NEVER BE AFRAID.
We will NEVER BACK DOWN
We will NEVER BE ALONE.
So it's time to celebrate. Not for MCR, for
the MCR Fans.
For the kids who are not okay.
For the kids who stuck by MCR to the very end.
For the kids who aren't afraid to walk this
FUCKING world alone.
On August 22nd, lower your guns soldiers.
Do something special for an MCR fan.
It's finally time to celebrate the Fans;
Who put up with everyone's shit
Who defend MCR
Who are told to cut their wrists because they
listen to My Chemical Romance.
August 22nd, My Chemical Fan's day.
If you're an MCR fan, repost this and spread
the world.
Let's unite this motherfucking army !.

***Press is blaming My Chemical Romance for teen Suicide deaths put this on your page if you know they are not to blame***.