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We are as close as can be
But do you see what I see?
It's something interesting, oh what could it be?
I feel it's getting in motion
We are the best of friends
Neither of us wishes this ends
It's so much fun to be together and
We're sharing a happy emotion
But will it stay forever like this?
Only if I keep my mouth shut
I'd really like to tell you the truth, but
Maybe that's a bit too tough
We share everything everyday
Believe everything we say
After the morning dawn we share a glorious day
But I feel that something's off...
Will it stay like this forever?
Only if I swallow those words
I'm starting to get a bit ticked off
To be honest I think it's just too tough
I'll promise you I'll still be there!
With my head on the ground and my mind out of the air!
But believe me when I say it's just affection!
It's nothing close to that "certain attraction"
But when I say it will there be acceptation?
And when attraction grows love
I gotta admit it's going to be rough
TSoL - Galactic Super JerkTSoL - Galactic Super Jerk
'Uuuuuugh, it CAN'T be!'
'What's wrong?' Nia said as she walked in. Her younger brother was watching the tv with a pouty face.
'Kitzer! It's Kitzer! Out of all planets he could choose to show his ugly arrogant face, he had to choose OURS!' Neon exclaimed, appearantly annoyed by the fact that the wide-known comedian came to visit Niburia. Neon had met him a few months ago, thinking that he was all awesome, and he had admired him for being so popular, that is, until Neon had uncovered the harsh truth. On the day that Neon had practically stalked Kitzer to get his autograph, he discovered he wasn't a charming and witty comedian at all. He was someone who loved making fun of everyone else he thought was less better than him, and humiliated people on purpose for the entertainment of others, including Neon, whose musical ambitions were immediately flamed in front of a whole audience. Since then, Neon despised him, to put it softly.
'Maybe he didn't mean it. Maybe h
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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