| You like Bob Dylan, I like Bob Dylan, so let's make fun of Bob together. By the by, Bob, we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you. |
| You like Bob Dylan, I like Bob Dylan, so let's make fun of Bob together. By the by, Bob, we're not laughing at you, we're laughing with you. |


Les Chevaliers du CielA blue sea canopy broken by thick white cotton blankets hangs under the vessel. Souls stare outside the window, thoughtlessly taking in the view. You move forward at a trudging pace, watching the sun bounce off metal; gazing out at the wing that wants to go on forever, a wing that wants to reach the stars. You gaze at the horizon, where the blue continues onward and onward until the white blankets dissipate into nothing. Every now and then, if you drop your gaze for a bit, the blue and white split apart to reveal miniature models where you used to walk on the ground. The vessel is barely moving, but you seem to destroy miles everLes Chevaliers du Ciel


Wretched RoomIt was huge, and old. The wood paneling had been there since the early 1900s at the least, maybe thousands of years more. A dead deer head hung on the wall and it was sought out as a comfort buddy by many of the small children, including myself, never assuming it had been alive. It was there in that room that I would waste countless hours of my fathers Saturdays watching the Whos Tommy. Ill buy a house soon, my dad would repeat. It was comforting to know that maybe we would move out of my grandfathers wretched, smelly house and into a new, shiny, new one. I would dream of my faWretched Room
| It's a big shebang game all the time, kitties, with your wives and your twisted sisters. In the meantime, I'll stare at rock stars and continue to be a slacker in areas that I don't care about. You can do all the working. All that I want is the Rolling Stone, Creem, Mojo, Classic Rockers... You understand. Or maybe you're to young to understand. To old to comprehend. Or you're just right. That's where I want to be just right, but being borne a decade to late that seems to not prevail. I'm typing a thousand words a blink, cats. I'm the one on the left, just so you know, the one in the orange, or is it blue? What do colours matter to you? And there you have it I just made a Dylan song. Stare in awe. And I'm not even thinking, this is just a mindless babble. I probably haven't explained myself at all. |

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Demyx isn't weak at all. He's just not a fighter-he's an assassin! Assassins don't fight-They assassinate.
The world needs more Crazy!Toris.
FF: [link]
Youtube: [link]
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If you go to my gallery I'll give you cookies! 10 COOKIES!
Here is the link to my gallery: [link]
Now go there!!!
Thanks. c':
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"Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam!" -David Bowie, Suffragette City
"As long as my face is on page one, I don't care what they say about me on page seventeen."- Mick Jagger
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Whoop, Jhonny, Whoop!"- John Lennon
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If you go to my gallery I'll give you cookies! 10 COOKIES!
Here is the link to my gallery: [link]
Now go there!!!
--
Demyx isn't weak at all. He's just not a fighter-he's an assassin! Assassins don't fight-They assassinate.
The world needs more Crazy!Toris.
FF: [link]
Youtube: [link]
--
"Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam!" -David Bowie, Suffragette City
"As long as my face is on page one, I don't care what they say about me on page seventeen."- Mick Jagger
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Whoop, Jhonny, Whoop!"- John Lennon
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Demyx isn't weak at all. He's just not a fighter-he's an assassin! Assassins don't fight-They assassinate.
The world needs more Crazy!Toris.
FF: [link]
Youtube: [link]
How've you been?
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C'mere Tim!
Touch my barrel!
... We are soooo fucked.
WTF?! I'm carrying an umbrella around for the rest of my life.
How've you been?
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"Wham, Bam, Thank You, Mam!" -David Bowie, Suffragette City
"As long as my face is on page one, I don't care what they say about me on page seventeen."- Mick Jagger
"Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, Whoop, Jhonny, Whoop!"- John Lennon
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Captain Clark welcomes you aboard!
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