Rambling Thoughts'Never having a repeat of last night!' Daniel shuddered, the sounds his companions made in the back seat as they barfed were still ringing in his ears. 'Maybe I should just snap her neck the first chance I get...But I could screw up, and the dead's blood is dust compared to that moved by a beating heart.'
'Maybe I should tear away the last person that seems to mean so much to her. Then she would have only me to turn to for help.' Hunting down a family was fun, especially when the members were so close.
Making a father watch helplessly as his children and wife died was an unbeatable rush. Of course his blood tasted tainted, that was the best way to tell how a person really was. Sometimes an even better way to know the valiant from the cowards, the optimists from the depressed hyped up on lithium. Drugs added flavor, but not as much as personality. Someone who popped a few Tylenols tasted better than a meth addict. Plus those aspirin could actually have a decent effect, he couldn't get d
Society's Double StandardsWhen a teenage girl gets a boyfriend,
Her dad pulls out a shotgun.
When a teenage boy gets a girlfriend,
His dad hands over some money and encouragment.
To girls, a gay guy is a nice change,
To the other guys he's a freak that needs beat.
High grades look good to a college,
But being a star athlete looks better,
Even if the kid is dumb as a rock.
People always bitch about the Mexicans that can't speak English,
Do they bother to learn Spanish when they go to Mexico?
A professional sports player is paid more than soldiers,
People that put their lives on the line evry day,
And more than half of them come back screwed up
With some mental disease from all the things They've witnessed.
Yet an athlete is paid to to catch/throw/hit a ball.
A man cheats on his wife, his buddies high five him,
A woman has an affair,
And her friends hide their husbands away in a closet when she's near.
People and their stigmas toward religion,
Everyone following Islamic beliefs is a terrorist,
Here's news for ya,
Happy Times RXJThe slight, dark haired girl giggled in pure happiness. The lanky brunette next to her looked just as excited. The two had waited days for this, and to young children it had seemed more like an eternity. Their parents had made excuses; work was in the way, it was too early or too late, or it was raining. Though the two couldn't see why rain would get in the way of building their new hang out. It wasn't like the wood would rot on contact with the water.
"Rin, be careful, ok? I don't want you falling out of there." Her father sighed, watching her clamber up the ladder. His warning had fallen on deaf ears.
"Come on Jiro! We have to decorate!" The dark haired girl glanced down over the edge at the cautious little boy. "Chicken!"
Her taunting had the effect she predicted, he came crawling up the ladder slower than a turtle. 'Why do I always fall for that?'
His friend giggled, stepping back and running to the crude, square window on the left side of the tree house. Next to it on the g
PainfulWhat's wrong with her?
Sitting in silence though she's surrounded by people that care,
Used to listening to everyone elses' problems than voicing her own,
Not that she could put them into words,
Not that she can even describe the pointless, causeless pain,
Not that they compare to her companions'.
She's taken up the razor again,
Liking the metal biting her skin,
Hoping the flow of crimson can wash away the sin.
His life is fucked up worst of all,
An abortion that didn't work,
A father that would have left if he hadn't died first,
A mom that would strip her clothes off to feel loved,
Three step-dads that couldn't add up to one decent man together,
He's turned to drugs now,
Emotions changing like the weather.
Here's the girl that could die in the cold,
Being one of the few in the world with the disease,
Her dad left eight years ago,
Wife finally fed up with his moronic addiction.
But now he only lives a few miles away from her,
And everyone always says she looks just like him,
A man she
Near Death Experience"Shouldn't you be the one to comfort her?" Daniel cocked an eyebrow, noting that the teen in the back seat showed no signs of moving. "You are her best friend and all."
"I don't like that sound, it makes me sick too." 'I'd rather stare at a pool of hurl than hear it coming up.'
'What a wuss.' He rolled his bright eyes, stepping out of the driver's seat and into a puddle. The squishing sound mixed with the crunching of gravel, but his finely tuned ears noticed the difference. "Come on, I'm taking you back home. I'll drop Chad off too." 'And then I'll finally sink my teeth into you.'
She shook her head, still bent over and clutching her stomach. "I don't want to go home."
"You can't possibly be hungry after blowing chunks all over my tires." 'It stinks, I'll have to stop breathing through my nose pretty soon or she won't seem so appetizing.'
"Am too." She murmured, marching inside and quickly getting a table, automatically ordering eveyone a plate of spaghetti
Kami's Revenge KXBRetaliation, the only thing on her mind for days now. It was hard to decide whether to be more offended by the fact that they kidnapped her, or that they thought they could get away with it.
'They really think I'm that stupid? Morons.' She sipped at a cup of coffee, eyes narrowed at the white haired devil snoozing away on her couch. 'Hm, better way him up soon.' She hobbled over to the couch, watching his steady breathing for a moment before poking him repeatedly in the chest. And still no response.
'Fine, I'll play that way.' She smirked, tugging the white and gray sock off his left foot, waving it around his nose.
Bakura woke up coughing and sputtering at the horrible stench, blinking in the sudden light streaming in the window. "Did you want something?"
She shrugged, grinning evily and heading back in the kitchen. 'Who's the idiot now?'
Bakura's eyebrows shot up in confusion, practically disappearing in his hair. 'That was weird, she usually doesn't me