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You're My Happy Mistake"So you have no friends, huh?"

"Nope."

"Gee, thanks, then what am I?"

"You?"

"Mhmm"

You're someone I can't stand the thought of being without. You're someone I treasure, someone I love more than myself, you're my soulmate. I see only you, I hear only you, you're the man that makes me cry the longest and laugh the hardest. You are my everything, without you I am incomplete and life is pointless.

"You're a happy mistake."

Analyzing the 2ps! ~Switzerland~

Analyzing the 2ps! ~Switzerland~

YA-HO-HO TRA-LA-LA-LA!!!!(sorry I couldn't help it)
So, yeah, today, we've got our dear Switzy. Or I should say, 2p!Switzy. This badass goat-lover (if you know what I mean) is awesome. Not as awesome as Prussia, but still, quite awesome. I like his stay-the-fuck-out-of-my-territory attitude. Well, I can say that this attitude is non-existent in 2p!Switzy's case (I love calling him that way.... I don't know why..). He's more of an 'Oh, welcome to my country, dude, stay as long as you like. Here, have some expensive chocolate' type of dude(kind of like America really). And, yes, 2p!Switzy buys anythin

Panda Bear Gender .::Short Story::.

Read Description first. Thank you.

Final day of preschool. Next thing I knew I was heading into kindergarten. I was going to be in the same school as my big sister. Yet I was still unsure to my surroundings and what's going on. I walking into the classroom like everyday. My mom in my hand and my cat ear headband on my head. I always had them on me, I went no where without them. I hugged my Mom good-bye and watched her leave. My teacher, Ms. Susan took my hand and walked me to the group circle with my other classmates. This was the last time I would see most of them. I still barely knew them. I only knew a girl and a boy, James and Sam.

Th

The Children of Summer Summer is just around the corner, and nature seems to come to life. For many children, their backyard's beauty finally returned, not witnessing the beauty of nature since winter's first snowfall. Imagination was at an annual high, with kids unable to build snowmen or make cakes, pies, and soup with mud.
Plays and stories within their imaginations were acted out, not realizing how many writers would kill to have such a spontaneous creativity again. One day, the young boys and girls would run around, playing house. The next day, they could be in a Medieval kingdom, fighting dragons as knights. Each day was a different story and a

Free. Ch. 10: Special BondsFree. Ch. 10: Special Bonds

I screamed as the strange girl pounced on me. She stuck her tongue out and hissed her tongue in front of my face. I saw two white fangs glint in the light as I looked up at her. She looked so familiar. Where had I seen her before?

"Oh come on Anabelle. Get off the poor girl." I heard a voice from the doorway.

Anabelle got off of me and flew back over to the doorway as I sat up and looked at the man in the door.

"Fionna? Are you alright?" Marshall ran downstairs over to me helping me up. He had a few scratch marks on his arms and face. "Why did you scream?"

I pointed to the man in the doorway who looked at u

More Conversations With Doci.

“Have you heard any of the scripts on the radio yet?”

“You keep asking me this Doc. I think you’re getting Alzheimer’s. I don’t listen to the radio, remember? And when I do, it’s the classic rock station.”

“I would assume, if one is writing something to be on the radio, that one would start listening to the radio.”

“I don’t think the college station broadcasts all the way to Benton anyway. Besides, I’ve already heard it.”

“You know, Warren Zevon - he did Werewolves of London, you know that song?”

“Yeah?”

“You do?”

Tips to fill void left by Cartoon NetworkMissing Young Justice and Green Lantern, check out some tips to help temporarily fill in the void for both shows:

First, continue to watch both shows on Cartoon Network and that way it'll help bring up the ratings.

Second, buy the DVDs cuz' who knows, if the sales are high, the network executives would probably revive the show (ex: Family Guy did the same thing not so long ago)

Third, continue to buy the remaining issues of the GLTAS tie-in comics published by DC Comics

And speaking of comics, be sure to check out the New 52 Teen Titans series and the Green Lantern ones as well because like YJ and GLTAS, they have drama, action, and a lit

Random Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 3)The People In Our World….

“Random musings installment 3; and the thing I want to just…..’talk’ about, if you will, is the people in ‘our world.’ And what I mean by that is the people in our space, not in the general term ‘world,’ but the term that is only specific to one human being interacting with others that eventually create a channel of relationships. For example: You’re best friends with someone else. Whatever, and you’re hangin’ out, chillin’ and all that fun stuff. Should we be obligated to talk to and exchange thoughts and ideas with your best friend’s friends? I often wonder that.
To further this question and example of sorts, let’s say you’re still best friends with let’s say…….John. Yet you also become friends with John’s friend, Jack. What happens when things get rocky with your best friend? And let’s say for all

Neji's torment

''NEJI Neji'' ! Get back here ten ten said in a playful voice, ''i've got to keep moving she knows my secret '' said nenji .''listen nenji I just wanna talk to you'' ! Ten ten said while chuckling .''hmm yea right I know she saw how I reacted when her finger jabbed me in the stomach I know exactly what she's up to. i've got to get outah here before gai an... “ before nenji could finish he let out a brief grunt after gai with his tremendous speed tackled him to the ground. AH Ha well nenji ten ten says you've got a secret well im sure you wont mind if lee and I test it out “said gai sensei..

Random Musings Of A Sarcastic Mind.....(Part 4)Tired And Stuff…..

“Numero quatro. And to start this 4th part out, I just wanna say I’m freezin’, and I’m tired. But to stimulate my mind, I’m listenin’ to Flying Lotus’ ‘Satellliiiiiiteee.’ And yes, that is the official name of that beat. I’m also humming along with it and adlibbing because I’m an artist at heart (But not really). At heart I think I’m more of a self-deprecating POS. And of course by POS I mean ‘positively outstanding stud.’ Haha, I know you agree.
But……..I had somewhat of a topic in mind for this part, but I forgot what it was. Which sucks ‘cause I thought it was really funny. Eh, whatever. You know what one of my pet peeves are? When people watch me eat. I can’t stand it, it’s one of the most annoying things ever. And I don’t know why I’m thinking about that considering I’m sitting in my bedroom,

Testing GravityHe leaned back in his chair looking at her standing behind him. Two chair legs came off the ground, "careful if you fall I won't catch you" she said.

"Yes you will"

"No I won't" He tilted the chair back further, smiling and looking her in the eyes as the chair slipped on the grass and he let gravity take over. She reached her arms out and slid under him to break his fall.

He beamed at her, "See, told you."

"Asshole..."

OFF Theories

OFF Theories

Burnt

Surely we've all heard that once you get to the final battle of the game, you see the batter's "true form", as if we were oblivious to it through out the whole game despite us controlling him. Now what if that was the case for Burnts? After all, the Bad Batter has a strong resemblance to most of the other specters in the game, which it should, including those dino burnt guys in Zone 3, there isn't much to prove this, but I thought it might be interesting.

The 4th Wall

Throughout the game, Zacharie constantly talks to you instead of the batter and always gives reminders this is all just a game, also The Judge speaks to y

(4.59)my life, as it stands,
has coalesced, condensed,
into so many spilled pencils and a few haphazard ribs
splayed canvas-beige across my sheets,
the echoes of barking dogs nipping at the heels of my dreams.
for whatever reason, more than anytime before,
there is hidden meaning in everything i see;

the streamers of spidersilk glinting silver and bright in pockets of sunlight from the branches of my dead brothers cherry tree,
tyrannical thunderclaps booming down from every storm three a.m has had to offer this week,
some kind of philosophical sledgehammer in the sunset knuckling toward my stretch of coastline even as i'm writing this.

i'm sur

her hearts story part 2

Spooky was now about 3 weeks into her new school life, she was happy to be living in a nice apartment by herself as well. She had made many friends like Italy and Romano or Feliciano and Lovino as they liked to be called, she met Elizaveta who told her she was Hungary, plus Tino who was Finland. she loved her new friends and they loved her too, plus no one cared that she was part cat, after all they were all countries, who were they to judge XD. after a while she found out the boy she met on the first day was named Gilbert and he had a brother who she thought she also met named Ludwig, they seemed like really nice guys, plur Feli and Lugwig

eyelidshanging curtains over the soul's windows

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The giant old bridge was there behind me. It was made of dead sequoias. Soaked at long last in kerosene, ready for flames. I flicked the Zippo but nothing happened. For the thousandth time I'd forgot to buy the lighter fluid. Who knew that probability could be perverted by a wish to save dead evidence for a jury that would never be?

RickyWhen the rain slowed down, the go-karts came. Dusk was coming on and it was Friday. They all knew the police would have better things to do and meaner places to be and now was the time to be wild. Ricky was the first and fastest. He was serious and had two engines that once were chainsaws. No one had money like the pros, so it was pioneer days all over again, with all the local boys taking old lawn mowers and saws apart to make fun with wheels and seats on simple frames welded together by friends and acquaintances like Stan Rigby. He'd worked on most of the little outlaw karts. Didn't even charge money for keeping quiet about it. He'd raced w

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No matter where you find us
no matter what the time of day
we are beings of the night
and you will never know us
unless you join us
unless you're of us
you can never see who we really are

Dance with us in shadow

blackBlack is the colour of my life, my mind
Black is all colours
absorbing the full spectrum of lives and worlds
thinking about them all
drawing conclusions
but never telling
never giving back
Selfish to the end.
I am Jack, the darkest of all shadows
eternal Black

strayI'm walking through the streets at night, those grey walls marked with selling and the desire of the poor and different to be noticed, to be seen while still invisible, unarrested. 'Waifs and Strays' is playing in that car across the street that I can't afford. I'm wondering how a man who can afford a car can know how that song feels from the inside, how it feels to me. Why does he listen? Does he watch the oddly dressed and jeweled, who pad softly here? Does he need them the way I do now, for company? His headlights are off. Parked in the shadows away from lonely streetlamps, and lit in the glow of liquor stores and the flickers from enigmat

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Inside the cage, the door secured by a lock he didn't have a key for, the man played Russian Roulette with tigers. He'd first ride one, and then another. Each time he survived, he'd ride another. He had to, you see, for the cage was full of tigers, no clear ground to step down. And away. It's just the way things are.

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~EmmaSloane May 23, 2012 Writer

Working my way through May's poetry, Lance. Another jewel, I see.

*LancelotPrice May 23, 2012

Thank you, Emma, and thanks for your tour through the new wing of the gallery. It has a plaque in it dedicating the wing and the entire museum to the artist's parents since they made it all possible. Not that they knew what odd exhibits would be here.

~EmmaSloane May 23, 2012 Writer

I enjoyed the expedition, Lance. Nice plaque, too.

*LancelotPrice May 23, 2012

< my current favourite icon, respectful, thankful, and happy...
and a master of martial arts

~EmmaSloane May 23, 2012 Writer

He's a keeper. I especially like the martial arts part

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~JStavridis May 19, 2012 Professional Filmographer

It's just the way things are, he said, seemingly well-acquainted with the ways of the tiger cage.

*LancelotPrice May 19, 2012

I'm a tiger rider from way back.

~JStavridis May 19, 2012 Professional Filmographer

~Obsidian-Nightfall May 17, 2012 Student Writer

Nice and I agree with Maarten about this being more like a prose poem. In any case it's a good piece.

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