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Times And ReasonsTimes And Reasons Lyrics: for the upcoming song by 'New Age Alchemy' (still deciding on a name)
Say your welcomes to the morning sunrise
Feel it in you
Take it with you as you
Let me go
Your last farewell to the days behind you
Walking into the new day
Let it go
You feel it in you
Shake it out
In a cold and distant land
In the cold water
Come on in
And take my hand
Never let me go, let me go
Your day has begun and it's near its end
Find it hard to wake up
Facing the new day
Let me go
There's a time to live and a time to die now
Don't look so pale
It's not your time
Let it go
Sorry to say a new day's almost over
On the time that remains
Let me go
I turn around with no one beside me
I say to myself
"Was it even fair?"
Let it go
Standing tall by the foot of your bed
Hearing the words
Let me go
Say farewell to my feverish sunset
On a c
.45Equal parts stable and confused
One part losing its axis
As it drives down the highway
Into the barrel of .45.
Equal parts centered and fleeing
One part staying still
As it simply remains hopelessly
Afraid of that .45.
Introspective of Souls
A sentiment across the land
Builds up in one's heart
Eroded by the gentleman hand
And yet the feelings start
From distant feelings
Leaving on weekends
The train and its reelings
From odds and ends
The sentiment's healing
Plagues a miserable were
Burning pictures lament
There's a song in the air
As the ideas drift away
Dear Paris, unto thee
I wish a long stay
Alas, you die
The era of your fame is dead
Only dear Thomas' sighs
Fall like Paris' tower of lead
Only during last call
Thomas take's Paris' hand
A distinct silhouette
Remains obscure in view
Said the forgotten let
The fences' wires undo
Feathers in array
Drapes folded off the rods
Fences in the fray
Developing in their pods
A sunset feeling
Invisible sights yet unknown
Aether's wallpaper peeling
Maybe the sun has been overthrown
Forever lasts forever
When the last line I write
Turns into a river
I have lost the fight
(JeanxReader) [AU Modern] Pitch Perfect Being in Show Choir was the best thing that could happen to you. When you sing, you feel like you're expressing yourself. When you sing, you let out all your feelings and stress. It's your life. You've been waiting all Spring Break to come back.
"Alright guys, quiet down." Instructor Hanji said to you guys, most of the class hushed, leaving Eren talking loudly to Armin. "Jaeger, do I need to make that a point?" She said, threatening to take away a minute to your free time. He shut his mouth then. "Alright~" She chirped. "Next Monday you all will have to perform your duet with your assigned partner!" She clapped her hands together. "I'll name out the pairings~" She smiled and lifted the paper in front of her. She purposely took in a slow breath to make the already tense students squirm, waiting for their name to be called.
"First is Eren Jaeger and--" Eren strai
Daily Logs 4-15-14I. Leslie escorts Zef to Engineering so nobody eats him. Terrifying him is her exclusive right.
II. Another Cardassian boards the ship—Roca. Webb trusts her about as far as he can throw her, and sends out a shipwide announcement about her return
III. Rorin learns it’s better not to glomp Webb
IV. Molly mysteriously discontinues her session with T’Pah
V. Molly assesses Gyles’ threat levels…
VI. Kyle tries to make friends with Webb
Leslie: *stalking majestically down the hallway, side by side with Lion, acting like she owns the place (which she does) and keeping an eye out for any invaders*
Zef: *hurries through a Jefferies Tube together with his guinea pig, Zef crawling behind the small animal until they reach a hatch where they're supposed to leave their tunnel...* *both stop, Zef opens the hatch carefully, so guinea pig can stick out his head suspiciously, not yet sure what they should best do ne
Conversations Between Father and SonFather: Why did you draw all over the walls with crayons?
Son: I don’t know.
Father: What possessed you to do this?
Son: I don’t know.
Father: You know how long it will take to clean this?
Son: A long time?
Father cleans marks on wall. Proceeds to find son playing with a phone.
Father: Don’t play with that!
Son: Why not?
Father: It’s not a toy!
Son: Then why do you play on it?
Father has no answer for Son and instead decides to send his son upstairs to bed. Father checks latest high score in pinball before closing the phone. Hears thunderous noise coming from upstairs. Proceeds to his son’s room. Opens door to find son jumping on bed.
Father: Why are you jumping on your bed?
Son: I don’t know.
Father: Get off.
Son: I’m hungry.
Father: You just ate.
Son: That was a long time ago.
Father: It was only half an hour ago. Time to go to bed.
Son: Can I have a cookie?
Father: No, you may not.
Son: I want a cookie?
Father: And I want a vaca
I'm tiredSeth: *goes into the kitchen to get a soda* *sees Mirror hunched over Mari, who's sniffling, and has her hand over her right eye, and Lenore is next to her, apologizing like mad* What happened?
Mari: *pulls hand away from eye* *shows that she has a golf ball in her eye socket*
Seth: Ouch. How in the world did you manage that?
Mirror: They were playing golf, and Lenore's ball wound up in Mari's eye.
Lenore: Why didn't you duck? I said "Ford!" and everything!
Mari: It's "fore!" you ninny!
Iris: *comes back into the kitchen*
Mirror: Good, your back. Did you find the soap?
Iris: Nope, but I got some pliers! *holds up some huge pliers*
Mari: O.O *screams and tries to run* NOT THE PLIERS, NOT THE PLIERS!!!
Daily Logs 4-12-14I. Mal's daemon, Cassandra, has a few things to say about Vekal.
II. Molly isn't doing well, Vekal discovers.
Vekal: *is in the lounge, eating a green stew with her Cardassian hyena lying beneath the table, because while Vekal thinks that people food and animals shouldn't be in the same room, she's found to her annoyance that she /can't/ separate herself from the animal*
Malcolm: *enters the lounge with the cat snoozing on his shoulder* *waves at Vekal as he heads to the replicators*
Vekal: Hello, Ensign. *glances at the cat* That looks uncomfortable.
Cassandra: *opens one eye to regard Vekal* *yawns and closes the eye again*
Malcolm: *blushes* Erm... it can be...
Vekal: It seems to trust us, anyway. *smiles*
Malcolm: She... er... She regards almost everyone as a "pleb"... and doesn't fear an uprising. *shrugs and gets himself a meal*
Vekal: A what? *sits up a bit, and the Cardassian hyena does, too* I don't think I'm familiar with the term.
Malcolm: *groans* A
SkepticismGuy 1: Like a lot of people, I'm not a cynic or a pessimist. I'm a skeptic!
Guy 2: What's the difference?
Guy 1: My viewpoint can still change!
Comission to my beloved oneSummers went for a walk at the bamboo woods, suddenly a shadow covered her. She looked at the sky, and the thing that made the shadow was a bamboo. She walked more and more, to see a sleeping giant bat. She approached softly and looked at its brown face.
The bat woke and got frighted, trying desperately to run but the nordic girl got his neck.
Summers: You are not going away!
H: I don't scare you??
Summers: Why you would?? You are a freaking cool giant bat!
She released the bat and it breathed more clearly. He looked at the girl, her childish smile and doggy eyes, saying "pleaseeeeeee!"
H cleaned his fur and turned his back on the blonde girl. The gian bat waved his wings and took a deep breath.
H: What are you waiting?
Summers ran and jumped at the bat's back and he flew to the blue sky. The girl was screaming of joy, and if someone could see H's face, would see a little smile.
Tinderbox of Garden Centraltinderbox of garden-central is contaminated with an Alsatian schizophrenia.....prehistoric grass blades are golf course neat here .....and over there ....trees so spring clean you could eat your fruitarian or vegan dinner off em.....the dead oak we have hand painted a nice corporation green.....only worry now is that our snail pace lives may have buried us in the time Passover while still alive....that we could be seeing what is passing now with live eyes what we should be seeing with ghostie wunz....we are not safe being alive these days.
Daily Logs 4-16-14I. T'Pah asks Loris what is going to happen with the animals
II. Loris and Roca aren't racist at all...
III. Vekal freaks Gyles out.
T'Pah: Computer, where is Commander Loris?
Computer: Commander Loris is in Rec Room 3.
T'Pah: *heads for rec room 3 and enters some time later, clearing her throat and standing at attention* Commander, sir? Do you have a moment?
Loris: *was sitting on the floor with her Jasno, but stands when T'Pah enters, restraining a very strong urge to tackle her as food* Yes, Lieutenant. What can I help you with?
T'Pah: *has her Vulcan stickbug on her shoulder as usual, seeming even a bit stiffer and moving a bit more rigid, too. But gestures, although slightly, more than usual – her brain is still trying to figure out what to do with so many arms and legs* *nods* Sir. *steps closer after Loris got up, but keeps her weary eyes on her* As far as I know, science and medical is working on a way to cut the mental and physical connecti
CORE Chaos Episode 1 Script.Narrator: The year is 2015. A young man escapes from the city, running from the people he thought were his friends. He was to be offered as a sacrifice to the Gods, but denied his destiny... No one can deny his fate. Neither man nor god...
Thomas Drake (T): Whaaaaaoohh! (looks around. He sees more people following him, so he runs into the forest.)
T: Whew... (pants) I think I ditched them.
(A mysterious young boy appears, and scares Thomas)
Dean Cross (D): Are you lost, stranger?
T: No. And what's a little tyke like yourself doing around here?
D: Foolish human. I have been here all my life. I protect this mountain... my sanctuary.
T: It's just a mountain! What's there toprotect?
D: Foolish again... You must discover that for yourself.
D: Now, stranger, what are you doing here?
T: My folks were going to offer me up to some goddess...or something.
D: The Lady In Blue, perhaps?
T:...I guess so.
D: Understandable. But one such as yourself cannot deny fate for long.
T: What do you
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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