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Musicness: (ive been spelling Music, Muisca, that i almost forgot how to spell it XDD) *looks at ipod* looks like its D'espairsRay-Garnet and then Kagerou-Utsu ^-^
Foodige: English Muffin and scones (is that how you spell it??)
*twitch* I haven't had my coffee yet.
Person of the day: I PROMISE IM GOING TO HAVE TIME TO ADD PICS!!!! Hiroki Aiba!
XDDDDDDD Sorry that pic of him just struck me funny!
Hey!! Seo Taiji finally has come up on the shuffel setting on my ipod. Been a long time, almost forgot i had them. One time my ipod played six Diru songs in a row and then five An Cafe songs, and as much as i love them, their was a reason i pressed the SHUFFEL Setting. -__- XDD Oh well, i loved the songs it played anyways.
Every English teacher i've ever had always told us that we had to have a "hook" paragraph for our reports. Something that will draw someone to read my report, but what i never understood is if a person ever wanted to find out information on a topic. Why would they look to a student for information, when the student didn't really care to make the report accurate and intersting. Oh well, i just think to much about things. I kinda feel bad because when ever my teachers would give us writing work, i never made my best effort to show that i was excellent writer i was, when it came to storys and such.
Speaking of which i have a gift to everyone. Its delated, i apoligize and its the rough draft so thier are spelling errors. I couldn't find my final. -__-
*Drum roll*
Sushi Samurai presents to you, her newest work, entitled: Life whispers of Death
(i always wanted to say that!!!)
"I hold within me the pain of everyone. My veins no longer flow with lush red, but with tears of those who weep. My mouth only speaks the sad tales of past lives. Who have been long dead and forgotten. My eyes cry the tears of those who cannot. My ears once heard joyous melodies, but now are deaf to them. Only to hear cold strings of moans of the sick. I don't want to be everyone’s savior.
Pain and anguish i no longer want to feel. Coldness of a touch i no longer want to feel. Darkness of a smile, pain of a kiss, i no longer want to touch or see. I want love, the warm embrace of arms, and the sweetness of a kiss, to be my life."
He recited upon the cold air of night; the moon illuminated the air about him. A signal tear rolls down his flawless face, to fall on the cold stone beneath him. The stone had become his home, promising himself he would no longer stand with life, but lay as death.
His blood created a pool around him, as a highlight of his attempt at death of his murderous life. His blood became his death bed. Sick of the blood that soaked his hands, sick of the rivers of blood he created upon the ground. Always drenched in innocent blood, almost as a second skin, that it became a constant reminder of his sinful deeds.
Killing was his way at trying to find life by death of others. A desperate attempt to find life in the darkness of his painful destiny.
Never had he felt guilt before it was never an emotion felt by him after a massacre. Death was the only thing he knew, it was his terrible pleasure. It was his only pleasure in his fake life. A way to find his purpose in this world, that he hated so much.
He was the perfect example of living dead. Love was not in the makeup of his heart. Happiness was not an emotion know to him. Laughter was not his language. Light was not his sight. Warm was not his skin.
Now death was his agony, the thing he wished not for anymore. His pleasure caused him to murder her, the one who had saved him from the pit less dark. Saved him from his search for his purpose. She was his purpose, he was there to make her smile, and she was his joy and happiness. The laughter in his ears, the warmness he felt at night; despite the constant coldness he suffered.
His eyes fell upon her mutilated body and he began a grief filled mourning. He felt such agony which chocked his heart, tightening his breath and flowed from his eyes. His pleas for her to live again, echoed in the stone sanctuary; that was to become her grave and his prison.
Gingerly he willed himself to touch her bitter ice that were her hands. A wave of grief washed over him as his fingers scarcely passed over her's. Rolling up into a ball to try and shield himself from her lifeless body. Feeling empty and alone was his soul.
Now he waited for the cold embracing kiss of death's never ending waltz with life. The dread of all living, death, had become his only wish. He could not die; he had to live a fake life, a sorry excuse of life that sprouted from death.
The last of his repent, he whispered upon the deaf ears of the cursed night.
"I cannot die, for now i live for the both of us. I can not die, for it is not for me to decide. This life is not mine but hers that she chose to give up in exchange for me. I live for her..."
Yep, i don't think i finished this story yet, because im terriyed i might mess it up. -__-
Time to make it up to all of you, by bringing you a little segment i've been wanting to do for awhile, since i discovered there are crap loads of them.
THE "V" SEGMENT!!!! Pics of JRockers/actors either doing the peace sign or the victory sign.
Miyavi might not be doing a Victory of Peace sign, but its close enough. XDD
So its sideways, so what. It was harder then i thought to find pics of these.
XDDDD I know, i know its neither, i just thought it was funny. "LOOK, LOOK I HAVE A BIG BLUE BALL!" XDDDDDDD lmao
AWW!! *he he he* This pic was to cute to pass down. XDD
This pic is randomly taken.
Tora and Nao have backwards, but oh well.
Intetsu's Blue hair! He looks crazed in that pic. XD
Kenzo looking dazed as well.
ANTIC CAFE!
Yeah i just thought this one funny as well.
I was searching for a half and hour for a pic of Diru, and i found one!!!!!! Its an old pic, and Kyo looks funny. XDD
Aoi is in the far right!
WOAH!! BIG V!
I still really couldn't find one of Miyavi. :(
~see ya space samurais!~
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