

Doubt.Implode me Catching my Clamoring reins of atmosphere and Hold me Keeping my Beating heart far from burstingDoubt.
These autotrophs just keep Happening to me However dust will turn to dust And the fine line Will grace the human sky
You're the lock and I'm the key But not the one for the other Wish I could tell you to cut the ropes That bind you to the chair That you've been sitting in Yet how can I? Is it my job to do?
Wont you give me a chance To prove myself to you
Raise me from these ashes
Rais


The Musings of a PainterThe painter Silent, sitting, Dips a tiny brush into the paint.The Musings of a Painter
Her hand moves across the paper As she carefully paints along the lines she drew. The picture begins to come to her eye.
She smiles briefly, And then it fades.
The painter thought of a friend. She wished to comfort her, Hold her and tell her everything was going to be okay Like a mother consoling her child. She wanted to wipe away the tears that formed.
It seemed her friends needed that kind of feeling lately. And yet she ended up giving the wrong sort. Yet how cou


Hit The Ground RunningI've found it's quite hard To find the mask of your demise Hiding behind pillars Behind stretched and sweetened lies The voices from down and deep Seem hard of hearingHit The Ground Running
Estoy cansada hoy. This means war, We aren't looking back School videos can't get better than this Birds chirp Just look out La ventana.
Suicide by school lanyard Strung from the hoop, looped More facts to be heard Dive off the bell tower Light up like a carnival Escape from a foamy past And hit the ground Running.
Zexion| here's some crap... |


I Will Fight YouWhen Jake awoke, he was in a bathtub filled with ice, an unnecessarily long scar where his liver should've been.I Will Fight You
Towering above him, a man in a ski mask, a bloodied scalpel still in his hand. Seeing that his victim had awoken, he put the knife down, running his hands through the sink.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jake asked, not all too pleased with the removal of his vital organs, consent explicitly not given, at that. "I was using those."
The man ignored Jake and wiped his hands off. Picking up a fine pair of kidneys from the operating table, he slipped his hands i
| "Explore the cave that is my chest A torch reveals there's nothing left Your whispers echo off the walls And you can hear my distant calls The voice of who I used to be Screaming out someone, someone please Please shine a light into the black Wade through the depths and bring me back" -o-~I Need You, Relient K~-o- you know, there are a lot of satisfying things about mahjong. the success as you figure out that one piece to unlock a bunch of tiles... but then the world just crashes down on you: the computer tells you that there are no more matching tiles. you've lost. wow. that's life. then you're all screw the world cuz you no longer find interest in playing it. then you die. end of story. O-_~.~_-O If this wasnt, say, the 2000's, Maybe i would take up a quest. Maybe a quest similar to Telemachos' Maybe I'd actually want to learn something. When in Rome. |
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Well, if it isn't fat stinking billygoat Billyboy in poison. How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap stinking chip-oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly, thou.
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Welcome to the Dork Side. May I offer you some Cheez-its or refreshing carbonated beverages? I assure you it's quite awesomerificaltastical* over here. Want some pie?
Potato.
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Baiii
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Well, actually, he was changing my diaper or something and turned around and I rolled off the bed and onto the floor...
twice.
It doesn't sound that bad, but if you'd seen my parents' bed, and think of a reallyyyyy fat baby... yeah. Not good. xD
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hah.
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Welcome to the Dork Side. May I offer you some Cheez-its or refreshing carbonated beverages? I assure you it's quite awesomerificaltastical* over here. Want some pie?
Potato.
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