Smile Day's over; I can go back to being grumpy.
Johnny Berlin --- Four
You're pretty harsh on yourself. I can't judge all that you say but I can honestly say that I liked everything I have read of you a great deal....
Thank you! And I reciprocate that respect, as you know! You seem to be quite a versatile artist as well. That's pretty amazing. Seems like you...
Square-Enix has not made a pun on the DS' dual screen as of yet (that I know of), and I doubt they're going to do it now. I think the "/2" part has got something to do with Roxas being "half" of Sora.
My new write's finished. Phew. I wasn't inspired in the least but I secretly hope it doesn't show. :D How is yours coming along?
64 Tons Of Mechanical Carrion Muscles are the sickest The sickest messengers Depraved promises of action They're the sickest: I watched them vomit Was too slow Got iron legs Was too weak Got iron chest Was too tired Got iron lungs Was too nice Got iron heart Was too dumb No such thing As an iron brain Soul zippered open Respectful sloth oozed out Sought an escape A suicide window But all it found were manholes Hands stained But system rebooted This is speed This is power This is communication Dragonflies of zeroes and ones They bring me the world And its debaucheries And I should heal it By robbing it of its core Or should I? Should I? Anomalies set in What are these reduncancies? Out out out out out Won't won't won't won't Help help help help Die die die die die die I commenced liftoff Would burn the doubts The blindman's bluff But they all retract It all reacts, I am a virus Cables come crawling Their attached land folds The oceans vaporize as rust Computed cuddles Endocytosis An eclipse over my life However I Cannot Bear This Feeling so heavy Flushed down a drain of drought Into an orbit of a darker sun Planet funneled into lightness A teardrop went haywire This should be sad, shouldn't it? Why can't I cry? I want to cry But if I try I merely hear an engine's roar Comment: Brand-new piece! It's kinda long too, but the lines are often short. Speaking of which, the 64 in the title refers to this poem's amount of lines. Thanks for reading (and replying)!
Be online with a lot of people at the same time.
Skillet --- Falling Inside The Black
"Can I get some time to think?", Joy asked eventually. She had never been so indecisive. "Of course. I wouldn't want you to feel pressed. I'll call you by the end of the week, but if you need some more time, that'd be fine.", Dwight reassured her. Joy didn't trust him. He was awfully easy-going for a business man. Iocas Nenepolis lept from her seat, as if she had been stung in the butt by a wasp. "What's all that ruckus outside?" ... "Fuller!", a female voice bellowed. An Asian-looking woman with crimson hair wearing a dirty overall rushed forward, holding another, younger Asian girl by her neck. "I know what you brought me here for, and I'm not interested!" She had a fierce expression, enraged and confident. The woman reminded Joy of ancient Sparta, where young men were whipped into combat machines powerful enough to tame a hurricane. "Play with this ***** if you're looking for girls, perv!" She threw the hapless girl to the floor. Iocas sped towards her and helped her up. "Are you all right? What's your name?", she asked with her most soothing shade of voice. "Ki...Kimimi. Kimimi Nezumo.", the girl blubbered. "I've got an appointment with Mr. Fuller and I met her along the way..." The fact that Joy wasn't the only invitee, that she was merely an article among the merchandise, infuriated her even more. When the older girl turned her back to the group, she roared: "Hey, you! Don't you run off now!" The Spartan-looking girl rotated to face the blond would-be threat. "Picking a fight? I'm itchin', valley girl!", she sneered. Rolling up her sleeves, she took a ready-to-attack stance. Joy didn't prepare herself for a cat fight though...yet. "That's Joy Varaday to you, Jap.", she replied coldly. "Don't try to insult me, American. Your country was the first to lose it." The Asian girl smiled demonically as she continued: "The great and mighty States, kneeling before their former allies: Canada, Australia, Europe, and us!" Dwight interfered formally: "Asako, you're forgetting that we won World War III single-handedly." "Wow, ****.", she sweared, raising her eyebrows and feigning suprise. "I didn't think anyone could be a big enough ass to overlook China. Did you really think the Middle-East fled to Africa because of the pretty landscapes, shithead?" She knew her history and she knew that she knew her history. After her display of this fair amount of knowledge, Asako turned her back to the rest again. "I dare you to waste my time like that again, Fuller!", she threatened and with large paces she marched to the transtation. ... "Who was that?", Joy asked her friend, staring at the spot where the bomb had been close to exploding.. "Asako Yuimura. A Japanese girl and another one of Dwights prospects...but a complete flop as you have seen." "Yeah, too bad for you guys. She would've been a great BDSM mistress, no doubt." Joy and Iocas laughed out loud. "Hey Iocas. Does Dwight...ask these things to many girls?" "Oh yeah. You were the 29th, I think." Joy felt as if was force-fed sour candy. She wouldn't stand out. She never stood out. She was never special...Never special enough. "No way! You guys got thrown out of Guiseppe's?", Nenck asked enthusiastically. Serge and his mates always had awesome and often hilarious stories to tell. "Yeah, and you know why? 'Cause Buldrod here complained about the size of the pizzas!" He pointed to the fat man next to him.Defending his case, Buldrod quickly explained: "I'm tellin' ya, those were the smallest pizzas I've ever seen. From now on I'm ordering at the Piazza del Gusto!" Serge checked the time and poked his gluttonous friend with his elbow. The blow was harder than expected. "Sorry. But we better get going. Wouldn't want to miss work today. You know who's calling upon our services?" Nenck shook his head, but by the sound of it it was someone very important, wealthy or famous. "Linel Messer.", Buldrod answered. "You're in cahoots with Messer? The...The...neo-communist?" Nenck added that last word with great prudence, whspering it barely audible. "Oh please, Nenck...The words you use are way too strong. We're not "in cahoots" with anyone, we only work for him because he pays us. And secondly, he's only called a neo-communist by those who like badmouthing him. Haven't you learned that he rebuilt an entire town using volunteers? Not to mention he paid the building materials out of his own pocket. Okay, so he gave everyone the same type of house and the same type of comfort, and he's clearly left-wing. What's so bad about that?" "Yeah, he's actually quite the hero.", Buldrod added. "Myeah, I don't know..." Nenck was still wary of his brother's new employer. "And if he's such a hero, why don't you become one of his volunteers too?", he asked sarcastically, addressing Buldrod rather than his brother. The former seemed to ponder about that but no witty answer came to mind. To her it was bliss, the fuss of day. Though it no longer waved with streams of yellow and gold, Aryane's memories of the sun were mostly pleasant ones. Sunday. She giggled. Such gleeful irony. The night had brought a courtesy visit to her, accompagnied by his vassal Hypnos. The temperamental hero who dares riding the Nightmare; that night he had slain her. Aryane smiled contently: she had gotten a new idea for a painting. The idea of a mischievous but handsome lad standing triumphantly at the corpse of a pale, loathsome horse took its first leap into abstract art. "Aryane, can I come in?", Joy requested. Her wish contained a disturbing pinch of begging...
Halloween Town from Nightmare Before Christmas. And anything from The Lion King.
Let him know that you're not interested. Give hints. If that doesn't work, avoid him as subtly as possible if he's that prone to angry outbursts.
If you had a crush on him you wouldn't forget those little things. Because that's just not the way teenagers have their crushes. It doesn't sound very serious. So is it even worth it, I wonder? True words being spoken here.
It's a cool idea, and it seems you have already taken care of a failsafe. Which is good, because plan A is somewhat likely to go wrong along the way.
I neither like him nor dislike him but all in all his behavior, fighting style and death scene is rather unique in the Organization. So that's a plus I guess.
I'm sorry to hear that, Heaven's Angel. I hope you'll find true love soon. What a beautiful yet heart-wrenching poem too!
I'm looking forward to it! :) I started something tonight too, but I don't think I can finish it yet. Good luck!
Have some more lemon tea then. ;)
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