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Wasting Away KXBBakura is, quite simply, an idiot. Why else would he lose 3 cell phones to the water depths of the toilet? Whoever told him they were water proof is really going to get it. And who else burns coffee? EVERY morning! For now he's banned from so much as looking in the kitchen. Every time he walks in something bursts into flames.
Kami sighed, nursing a sharp headache after another pointless arguement that he started over nothing. After two aspirin the pain will subside in an hour or so, but for now it drives on, making her eyes throb with every heartbeat. 'Moron always finds a way to ruin a good day. And he can't even put medicine back in the cabinet.' She scowled, pulling aspirin, bandaids, Neosporin, Bepto Bismol, and cough syrup out of the sink, neatly arranging them.
Her gaze darted toward the mirror after slamming the door, knowing sooner or later she'd crack the fragile glass. 'Holy shit, is that a gray hair?!' She leaned in, nose pressed against the mirro
Dog Eat DogA scam, that's what his life was now. Goodwin had taken nothing, but turned it into everything. Comparing his condo to what he had in the Satelite was pathetic. A king sized bed blew an old futon out of the water, and that thing was awfully soggy. A squishing sounded emitted everytime he moved, thoroughly soaking his clothes.
Cameras flashed in his face the moment he stepped outdoors, adoring fans and potential stalkers screamed his name. The moment he could find a girlfriend he might as well say goodbye to the little bit of privacy he had.
But behind the glitz and glamor there is nothing. Only a broken man living a lie. If the crowd knew he had lived in the Satelite nearly all his life, the crowds would be against him. Maybe even accusing him of cheating, how else would a pathetically poor person manage to fight their way to King of Games?
Jack sighed, running a hand through his blonde hair. He hadn't bothered to change clothes since yesterday, or even take care of his hair. It stood
You Didn't Feel That? RXSThere shouldn't be any restrictions on his ideas. Lots of options were out there, used nearly every day by just the average person. He could get a blimp to pop the question while they were enjoying a walk around town. But the paparatzi would pounce all over that.
Slipping it in a glass of champagne would work...if she drank anyway. Cheesecake would suffice too, but she prefered chocolate. And cleaning a priceless jewelry piece of crumbs and icing would be a tedious task, that would probably fall on his shoulders.
Popping the question at a baseball game was common, but neither of them particularly liked the sport. Besides, Seto Kaiba wouldn't stoop so low as to use just any common way to do this. It was said girls remembered this moment for the rest of their lives, and she deserved better than just kneeling down and rattling off the question.
The CEO sighed, beginning to fold a piece of paper into what Mokuba claimed was a perfect paper airplane. An idea came to mind as he threw
Gotta Be Somebody DXTThis time I wonder what it feels like to find the one in this life
The one we all dream of, but dreams just aren't enough
So I´ll be waiting for the real thing,
I'll know it by the feeling.
The moment when we´re meeting will play out like a scene straight off the silver screen
So I`ll be holdin my own breath
Right up to the end
Until that moment when I find the one that I'll spend forever with
'Two years, has it really been that long?' The brunette's brow furrowed as he thought back to her tearful departure. Of course, his blame was still directed at Tyler for convincing her to go back to the states, even if she had only come her for a semester of school to get a feel for the place. 'I should've hidden her in my closet until he left.'
But it was too late for thoughts like that, she had already been gone and was now returning after two years.
'But who knows how long she'll stay? She might just disappear like her phone calls did after a few months.
Life Would Suck Without You KBGuess this means you're sorry
You're standing at my door
Guess this means you take back
All you said before
Like how much you wanted
Anyone but me
Said you'd never come back
But here you are again
'Of course, the words can't even be strangled out of him.' She rolled her eyes, taking a step back into the dark livingroom. "I suppose your landlord really did go through with his threat to evict you."
He grimaced, holding a few trash bags full of clothes and other belongings. "He'll lose a hand soon." 'I was thinking a bear trap would be good, maybe catch his ankle instead. Or which ever idiot decides to step on it.'
'My guess is that threat is as hollow as the one to leave me.' His exact words had been, "I'm done with this stupid apartment and your PMSing around the clock attitude."
"I'm only here until I can find my own place." He murmured, dropping everything by the door and flopping on the couch.
'Great, just sit on the book I was trying to read.' Kami
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
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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