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Because gaia is GAY now and made it poopie hard for me to freaking link to a post and be all easy and s**t when I'm like all "blargh" and s**t. Yeah, that sentence is mighty fine impressive. I link to two RPS in here. There are three examples, a long intro, normal regular, and longish regular. Why are there three? To me it's nice to show what you will most likely get, and those bits of insanity that come out of my head when I think it's a good idea (like punching someone in the stomach). [+ Taste of Freedom +] [Adv-Lit]Where the Sidewalk Ends [Adv. Lit.]
Long Intro that was still some how short for this RP - Where the Sidewalk Ends Sleep? Who needs sleep on a night like this? When we have so many things things to do. Death? No, I don't think I could be dead right now. . . . Asleep? Nah that doesn't make much sense, it's just dream like. Or is it? Still, everything is just to right. everything feels weird, even the air tastes different here. I mean, unless I'm dealing with some demon child right now. Yeah, a religious experience? I like crazy dream or reality a bit better than that idea though. . . . Unless God is a big enough b*****d , I don't care how big he thinks he is I WILL ******** HIM UP if he decides to do this s**t to me. I bet I could scare the s**t n' piss out of Satan. Then again relgion feels dead. So is it a dream or is it real? Hmph.
An orange haired girl let out a sigh looking around the small inn room with her green eyes. She flicked at the piercing in her lip with her finger while she sighed in the bed. The bed felt comfortable, it felt real as well. Real nice, she could easily sleep in a bed like this if she could sleep at the moment. IF she could sleep, no matter how hard she tried the first night the girl and the group she was with got there she could not sleep for he life of her.
Come on Aria, it's not that hard to pass out. At least you got a nap right?
Getting barely any sleep was not bothersome; at least it was some sleep. Maybe it was the “water” they had drank earlier or just that she was antsy to keep moving. Still everything still felt like a dream so early in the morning. For once her dreams were filled with people she had never seen or meet that seemed to carry their own weight, they seemed far to real to be real fake people. The complicated thoughts and irritation she was causing herself were more likely the candidates for the headache, but overall she felt better by blaming the water. The little girl was probably ******** with them and laughing her in dreams right now she had fooled a bunch of people.
Sleep was the goal; though she honestly knew she would not get anymore than the few hour nap considering her internal clock thought a few hours ago was around noon. She walked around the room in basically nothing with the windows open, the moon led her to guess that it was still very early morning. No one was wandering the streets below her and the only noises she could hear were what were probably like owls and the guy in the room next to her. She glanced outside again looking for an imaginary pervert standing outside the window or in a tree across the way. The imaginary pervert would have to be satisfied with a bra and panties because that was as naked as she was getting at the moment, she no reason to take them off just as she had no reason to mess up the only clothes she had with her. More noises came from the room next door; apparently the guy had sleeping issues.
“[******** a, ” she muttered, “What does that guy do? ” Aria did not know the guy’s name, nor did she really care at the moment, he was obviously demented somehow. Perverts were easier to deal with than loonies. The guy was the only reason she came to the conclusion she was really in some other world. She was not dead, she was not asleep, she was alive and conscious in some weird world. The moment she thought the truck had hit her was the moment she had been transported here. The moment she was sent to some weird a** world. This was really that real. She started to giggle to herself as she looked at the guitar case sitting in the corner of the room next to a table with a vase holding a pair of bright red flowers and bowl filled with nothing at the moment. The same flowers were on the comforter in her room as well as in a vase in the washroom. Apparently the rooms must have each been set t a flower, or she noticed the small things.
Aria grabbed the guitar, though her eyes wandered on the chair by a table and the white sheets tossed around the bed her mind was focused on recollecting herself. Her guitar, the only item she had with her when she got to the weird world, was one of the few things in the world that could calm her down. Part of her wanted to sit and take a long shower but could save that for later, now it was the time to play. The guitar was a classic, or modeled after one, either way some crazy hippie gave it to her as a child when she first moved to California. All he wanted to do was make sure music was as popular as it had been, most music people seemed to listen to was classic. The classics could carry the world again if someone bothered. She looked at the candy orange color with two black stripes in the center of the SG GT guitar, she laughed at the color. The guitar was the reason orange became her color, as a little girl no color really sparked her interest until this orange guitar came a lot. The guitar was worth so much money collectors harassed her on the spot. There had even been a few attempts of robbery, but they did not get that far without a broken limb. You just do not steal from a girl that’s an expert at two types of martial arts and working on three more. s**t happened though, apparently the company stopped making guitars, there was a sudden lose or something lame. She never bothered to find out, she was to absorb with the idea of owning something so powerful.
With the window open the night sky let the stars peak out and stare down her flickering and winking in the dark black abyss the was space. A night sky such as this was a rare site for her. Only as a kid when her mother and her drove along the roads did she remember seeing them and hearing “Those are the stars smiling down on you.” The crowded cities were still filled with lights shining galore so you were lucky if a few stars were still strong enough to show themselves through. Blackouts were usually the prettiest nights of them all, they sucked because your alarm would not wake you up but blackouts reminded you there was a galaxy out there waiting for you to touch it. She looked around dragging the chair in her other hand resting her feet on the nightstand with a strange lamp she did not feel like observing. She stared at the lamp and decided not to turn it on, the moonlight was good enough for her too see and her eyes had already adjusted to the dark.
Her fingers moved across the strings of the guitar finally. One note. A second, a third, a repeat of the first.
She sat there playing a song from ages ago, at least a century and a half old. Old songs were so much fun to play, the days the guitar had been discovered. She sat there playing the guitar strumming the notes softly disappearing. Not even the screaming of the guy next door seemed to phase her, time started to flow by. Everything around her felt like it was dancing in her mind; she imagined a foreign bird was outside listening to the music wishing he could whistle the same tune. Some stranger could be walking down the road drunk and hear it thinking it was death calling him. Who knew? She giggled at the excitement, the possibility, of being the only person on an entire planet who could do one thing.
Hours passed by until she noticed the sun beginning to peak from the horizon. There was a call from below when she saw a man look up at her pointing rather curiously. “WHAT THE ********? ” She screamed jumping backwards and startled again when the guy in the next room yelled out for someone. She gripped let her guitar down on the chair as she tried to compose herself to scream. “Jesus ******** Christ, I WILL MURDER YOU IF I GET MY GOD DAMN HANDS ON YOU PERVERT! ” She looked out the window waving at the man with fist. As the man hurried away she huffed and puffed, the morning had come as another proclamation she was not going to see home for a while. A smile came to her face as one word began to repeat itself over and over in her head, Adventure.
Aria washed herself up quickly, not bothered with a full wash. Nothing had happened to make her dirty but she still scrubbed hastily at anything that might have gotten germs. She looked down at her only clothes; an orange tank top with an x on it and a pair of pants beginning to tear away. She smiled down at her shoes; they were orange for the most part with black and white laces in a checkered pattern with no knot in sight. They were skater shoes, the most comfortable shoes she could beat up and still look neat. Laughing again she looked at her clothes “They’ll think I have OCD or am just crazy and have to match everything perfectly. ”
Aria did not bother going down stairs immediately, she would wait a bit so she could see if the food was edible. True, her stomached growled but she was not eating worms if they were on the course. Another half hour passed of her picking at the guitar on the bed until she felt like someone had to have been eating by now. She put the guitar back in the black case throwing it around her shoulder, even though the instrument was probably of no value to anyone on the planet it was worth a world to her. Stretching she walled down stairs listening ignoring the world around her, as much as she’d love to look into detail she only shrugged. For a moment she thought she saw the little girl only managing to mutter “I’m ganna get some food” if her mind was not playing tricks on her.
She scratched away at her head as the keeper gave her some food. Aria looked at the guitar sitting next to her as if expecting a response on how edible the food was. All she could do was poke at the substances on the plate with her fork observing them for movement or noises. By the time she had declare the food edible some oaf had wandered in talking away as if he had been some big shot. She glared at him for a moment and looked at his shirt rolling her eyes. The legend? Sounds like a load of bullshit to me, she thought to herself. He had finally caught her attention at this point since she was now judging him wondering if he was the screaming sleeper. He seemed too happy though, he seemed like he would have a dream where he would be a “legend.” The man also talked while he was chewing food, he was really aiming to be on her bad side immediately.
"I'm Jayden by the way" the creep said as he looked around the room. "You can call me Jay for short if that tickles your fancy"
All she could let out was a “Hmph, ” followed by her snapping out, “I don’t imagine you’re tickling anyone’s fancy ‘round here. ” Aria finally poked the food with her fork taking a small bite. “Still, I have manners, unlike some oafs. Apparently age is an allusion to you and manners are something to be ignored? Then again brutes are more common these days than gentlemen. Then again, if you’re going to introduce yourself I might as well give you a name you can pretend to talk to. Don’t worry, it’s real, my name is Aria. Truly and surely, I can show you my birth certificate if you wanna drop by my place! I’ll chat later since right now I’m about to eat and even if you’re not going to be a ******** gentlemen I’ll try my dearest be lady-like or at least have table manners. Now if you please, ” she said raising her fork with another bite of food on it, “unless someone must continue on. ”
The rest of them better be better than this s**t. Who needs sleep on a night like this, when we can get drunk and rant about piss?
Normal Size Regular Post - Taste of Freedom Department #222 was a boring place for the most part, there was a constant scroll of information along the walls telling people where to go or imparting on where training would take place. Right now the menu for what those confined to this level were going to eat scrolled along, reminding all personal they were not allowed to eat on a different level, private matters such as eating were restricted. Nifey found it amusing how even though she traveled between Departments #111-#555 she was not allowed to eat anywhere else but on this level. The way the white corridors led could be confusing to the untrained eye; every door, hallway, dead end, intersection, turn looked the same. Unless you were from #222 it was easy to get loss, the researchers and experiments were trained how to move around to count the turns, listen for a certain sound, or notice the smallest change in detail to know which door led where. Easy for people who were taught to be the eyes and ears of everyone else, easy for people that had to know what was where or figure it out on their own, that was one of Department #222’s secret to remaining highly secretive, knowing about the others but staying in the shadows.
Nifey’s grey eyes dulled out for a moment as she looked of to the side, the door had a black knob like all the others but there was a small ‘x’ on the knob. The room I’m not allowed in, she thought to herself, the one that reads the signature of the palm and only allows those coats in. Nifey got excited for a moment hoping she would finally be allowed in to the door that never let sound out. Sadly they dragged her on, the smile remained planted on her face but she signed making her expression appear more sarcastic than joyful.
“Oh well,” she said, “Hey, brutes were are we going today? I’m getting bored of just being dragged along these white walls and we already passed the cafeteria a turn and 10 doors ago.”
“Silence,” the man to her left said. He was probably 6’1’’ and didn’t look it but he was strong enough to break her arm if she tried to get away. From what she understood his name was Mr. Kleen, he had a shiny head that always sparkled like he waxed it everyday. There was no nametag that showed an identity, another small dose of Department #222’s secrecy, you learn their names and remember them. Photographic memory is a must; even if your brain was not born with a photographic memory, if you were smart enough for them they would give it to you. Mr. Kleen was a nice man to the other 2 experiment’s Nifey knew in Department #222, just not to Nifey. She never understood why, she barely knew anything about the other two experiments though; they were all kept away from each other. Supposedly the three of them were specialized for three general areas of the world as categorized by Andromache.
“Come on,” she said, “You’re nice to the other guys. How about givin’ little old Nifey a hint? How about you Mr. Right?” She jokingly looked the man on her right; he looked like a newbie to the department.
”The other one’s are not nearly as annoying as you,” Mr. Kleen said disgustingly, “If it will shut that annoying trap you call a mouth, fine. You’ll be meeting another experiment or two. You get to study. Maybe even learn how to do some of your job on the field. Now, silent #05, you’ll end up like #06-222 at this rate.”
Nifey quickly looked up, her blue hair moving in and out of her face. How she was born with blue hair stayed a mystery to Nifey but that was not her concern. They rarely mentioned another experiment; sometimes it slipped, whenever possible Nifey had to know about the person, she had to know. Knowing was everything, knowing the enemy, knowing the area, know the allies, knowing what you were doing, know was her half of the battle. Whoever this #06 of Department 222 was sparked something in her head, a familiar feeling that had to be satisfied. “Who?” Nifey asked the smile of curiosity one her face, “Who were they?”
“Silence,” said Mr. Right, “We’re going up a few levels. Mr. Kleen and I are not going to play twenty questions wi-”
”But that game is so much fun! OH! OH! I know! I’ll start the game this time, think of something now. Is it alive?”
“SHUT UP!” Both yelled at the same time to Nifey gripping her arms even tighter. Basically ready to break her arms from anger.
“Just trying to have some fun, oi, some people,” she said silently with a smile on her face. Nifey looked down at her feet letting them drag her ahead to her ‘surprise’ test.
Slight bit longer than Regular Post but it's cool so shut it - Where the Sidewalk Ends Aria grimaced at the man with no manners. The sarcasm in his eyes just sent her out of the roof, she did not want to deal with it at the table though. Fighting at the table was rude. Her eyes rolled away from him onto her plate. So far the food had yet to show signs it was poisoning her. How nice. The food still required massive poking and inspection for that one piece that might be poisoned all on it’s lonesome. The stairs were empty so far; no one else dared peak out to say “I’m awake” yet. No wonder she had to talk to the man with no manners first. Surely someone else would walk in and prepay for this guy, there had to be better. In the meantime, at least the food was edible.
A girl appeared on the stairs in what seemed like all white and probably around Aria’s own age. Bullshit, she thought, not innocent enough to wear that much white. The girl did not seem sluttish; she did not look like that kind of woman. No, she was just cold. Aria could feel a chill coming off the woman as she walked around. Innocent children, people, older people, they all had a warm feel in the air around them. There was never something so depressing about the person. At the same time, she seemed relatable, she seemed like someone Aria might be able to talk to after this chick, and she was almost like a glimmer of hope. Then again, she probably could wear white.
Then it happened, the hope she had made from seeing the girl vanished, another man that gave her creeps walked down the stairs. He was a short chubbier guy, looked greasy to her. Other than probably being covered with gross germs he seemed icky in the other manner of speaking, the “he’s a creep” way of speaking. As she listened to him talk to the girl in white she had a great urge to run over there and smack him across the room. She was at the table and her plate was not empty though, she wasn’t going to punch a grease bucket then return to eating. Her fear of germs was stronger though, the more she looked at him the more he made her think of the tiny demons. Sharply she turned back to the stairs. The empty stairs, there was so much promise in them to hand down a decent person. Someone, anyone, at that point would have been better than the apparent Kern Falcon guy.
A little girl? You have to be joking me. A girl, probably just became a teenager walked down the stairs. She could not remember seeing a girl last night when they all got here. Then again Aria was drifting off into her own mind trying to figure out what the hell had just happened. The idea of someone being so young, so much to look forward to in life, yet be stuck here was wrong. There was no reason to have anyone that young on an adventure like this. The girl looked happy, she looked over at Aria and the other guy at the table and walked over to the fireplace. At least she’s happy, she thought, still not right to place so much s**t on a little girl She has so much to look forward too, now she’s stuck here. If we get in a fight what the ******** is she ganna do? Scream around and hide behind a tree?
She stared down at the remaining bits of her food now; the plate was almost empty with only a few scraps here and there. Another guy walked down the stairs. Unlike the other two he did not seem cocky, he was not cheery or upbeat, did not walk down the stairs as if he owned the place nor did he sit at the table. No, he was a weird one and ended up playing with salt at the end of things. Out of all the guys she had seen so far this one looked like the likely suspect to be the one who was next to her all night. He looked defeated enough to be the one screaming all night, calling for his dad. Aria stared at him more than the other males in the room. There was something about him, something that just screamed he was injured in his body. He looked like someone any other chick would want to hug and talk out his problems with. Aria just thought he was going to be as useless as the little girl by the fireplace in a fight.
In all aspects of the world and the situation there had to be a fight. There was no way some creepy little girl would give them “magical water” so they could gain new abilities just so they could all run around screaming “LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!” No way in hell, there had to be an enemy somewhere. There were going to be epic fights, there were going to be psychotic enemies, the only thing they were missing was a valiant hero. No one in the room meet or looked that part, Aria sure as hell would be more of a villain that just hates germs and viruses so much she’d willingly be a hero. Oh the mysterious dark hero, one filled with hate but hated the bad guys more so that they became a good guy. Then there were two guys who seemed like pigs or just jerks. A little girl, if they were all actually sucked into a video game she’d believe it but they were not. A chick who just some how made the fatter creep back off, no she was apparently unapproachable. A weak looked guy who was still picking at the deep hidden world of salt, no he was probably crazy. Why would someone look at salt or sugar so intently, was that his piece of home? Did the guy grow up in a salt mine or was he really just crazy?
Then she heard the defeated looking man say, “You’re hurt.” They were all standing around in a room talking and eating, how did someone get hurt? Did they fall into the fireplace or decide “HEY! A nail, I wonder if it’ll puncture the skin?” How did someone get hurt so fast? She started staring up looking around for the person as if she was in high school again and someone got in a fight. After a quick scan it became apparent the guy next to her was the one that had said, “You’re hurt.” She saw him put surgical gloves on, which was weird and only further helped her theory of “Crazy Man Slept Next Door.” She did not jolt out of her seat until he screamed in pain. There was nothing creepier than a guy screaming like that, a scream never sounded so wrong. With her neck craned and stretched around she saw a corner of the guy’s hands.
“What the poopshank double-cross haired jesus ******** is that? she thought, the shock prevented her from screaming into the air. “His hands . . . . “ she said as she backed away from him in a moment, What the ******** happened?The question was not directed to anyone, it sat in the air looking at the scene wondering what was going on. The situation was critical and all the pig from earlier could do was run around and scream. He was getting on nerves rather quick. Never mind that earlier he was just creeping around some chick he did not know in a manner of getting personal, no now he was being a bigger idiot. The rude man from the table had gotten up to help the weak looking guy in a cool collected manner. Apparently he was not a huge jerk, he was a nice guy with no manners, enough for her to still not like him.
“F-FLESH-EATING VIRUUUUUUUS!!! F-FLESH-EATING VIRUUUUUUUS!!!” she heard the guy yell out. Now she decided to get up, she was standing on the seat looking around, even now she seemed like she was watching a high school fight. “Get away...! That s**t's contagious....! AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”
“That’s IT!” She got up and took a step forward to the guy screaming his head off. Screaming that someone that was not a flesh-eating virus and causing more of a panic in people was not going to happen. The guy screamed running around as if he was in elementary school. She cracked her knuckles feeling her hands pulsate. There was something building in her hand, it felt like the urge to just knock the guy backwards and yell at him then slam his head into a table. Or she could just punch him in the face and yell “SHUT UP?” Then again she did not know the germs the guy was carrying in his face, they might be gross. So she thought about her plan again, she would punch him in the stomach yell at him, and then if she decided up close his face did not have gross germs, slap him into the floor and tell him the calm the ******** down. Yes, she liked the sound of that plan the most.
Out of the corner of her ear she heard the man with no manners say, “Will the water help or are we just washing the blood away?”
“Excuse me,” she said looking at the guy. Her fist now pulsated as she walked to him. She could feel something in it, something that just told her to punch him. The air was right, the moment was perfect, the moment was prime. She walked up closer, “IT IS NOT A FLESH EATING VIRUS! Viruses don’t act like that,” her orange hair flew into her face as she closed in on the guy, “They never eat through gloves before they eat at the flesh, they never do it like that. STOP CREATING A PANI, YOUR IDIOTIC SCREAMING AND YELPING WONT HELP A GOD DAMN THING. STOP MAKING FALSE ACCUSATIONS OKAY? WHAT YOU THINK YOUR GANNA GET AWAY FROM THIS s**t? What the hell do you think you’re doing? Huh, do you think you’re helping? Are you so ******** stupid and selfish that you wouldn’t help a guy who’s ******** covered in blood? Huh?” Her nostrils flared with air being pushed and pulled out as if she was a bull.
She was in front of him now, she could almost feel her hand ready to explode she stared at his stomach then smiled up to his face, "Shut the ******** up, please.” Her fist flew out from above her shoulder towards his stomach. I'm not dealing with this s**t this early in the morning.
 I am Naf · Sat Nov 17, 2007 @ 07:42am · 0 Comments |
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[+Infinite Chess+]
Painted Britain Blue
Retarded Cow
[-Sunder-]
e.r.o.t.i.c. c.l.i.c.h.e`
[Amontillo]
~Twilight Serenity~ (Zee)
[[~mistress~]]
B.H.D
Kasuka Yuumei
Stalkers:
Naff has a stalker, he steals her toast. ; o;
I am Naf · Tue Aug 22, 2006 @ 11:28am · 2 Comments |
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It all started many years ago, in a small beach made of treasure maps that covered the fabled laser volcanoes. There was an ancient tribe of jazz-handed leprechauns that used the finest of the roughest in the softest and silkiest of silk rocks. These laborious leprechauns used gold and win to create a group of people known as the Lamers. Back in the day they were no pro yet, they were yet to earn this. The tribe that had made them and honored them as if they were gods gave them epic amour of intestines and skulls. With the might of the rare interwebian platypuses and the fabled pixilated bears of South Antarctica they had the ability to with stand even the heaviest of flamage. They had faces made of win and algebra, able to solve and burp at any occasion. They had mighty fingers that could type as fast as Cheetara. Their punches were harder than Thing’s rock skin and as firey as Ghost Rider’s face; able to break the moon if the moon ever looked at them the wrong way. In the end the Leprechauns all killed themselves and gave their blood to the Lamers, giving them magical powers and the ability to walk on clouds. They can also make rainbows and jump incredible heights that would make the Hulk jealous.
The Lamers began to travel the world during the late hours of the day, seeking and laughing at all that dared to challenge them. They took on those whom wore black; the dangerous cult fell into every string of traps in which they made and even believed them to be true. They all killed themselves and bleed into a dark blacky black abyss of sorrow. Other's died away into the shadows, understanding the world far too much that they were warped into another dimension. All those they decimated turned into little energy orbs floating around. The Lamers went around killing eliminating all those they mocked, absorbing their energy. Which oddly enough made them stronger even though the forces were far too negative.
The armor they wore grew stronger with the massive pwnage giving the lamers the ability to morph into the Mighty Morphin' Pro-Lamer Rangers, with this the Lamers suddenly decided they seriously needed names. The ‘leader’ according to everyone else was Hikon, whom held the powers of the Red Lamer. He had the ability to make people go "Oh ******** it's him" and had mortal enemies, because the ******** red ranger always has mortal enemies. Magic Pie is the Black Lamer because he had the ability to be Pie. Which is awesome. Then there was Zero, the Pink Lamer, although not a girl he was the one that found the Megaord and had the ability to change his font color a lot. Lvo became the Blue Lamer against his will because she was there at the time and we seriously needed one. She had the can-do attitude and literally shitted all the qualities of Lamerosity, so that worked out, plus she’s coo. The Yellow Ranger was murdered, for being a dumbass. The Green Lamer soon to be the White one when a lsr took away her Green Lamer energies with a ******** candle, was Nafleky. Her ability was in confusing people because apparently she has a confusing logic or lack of. Alone they were a nuisance, together a threat. Changing appearance and taunting people with what they wore in areas of the poor and begging types. Moving around at the speed of a LAN on Dial-up (which all of them denied having, except Pie) newly gifted powers that they were once again a threat to the World Wide Web world for real world as it stood.
Soon the Pro-Lamers traveled the world destroying the London Bridge. The decided the Sphynx’s nose was ugly and ate it. Killing the Pope with eyebeams! They even destroyed both the Jedis and the Dark side with their Mighty Morphin' Pro-Lamer Ranger powers. They were able to combine with the force after this occasion, giving them the ability to weird lightmousesabers of doom. After collecting all the artifacts they settled down around the world, first they had to go to a place that challenged their Algebra made faces. With one stare they ******** destroyed and frightened all the trains from Chicago. Chicago hates the Lamers to do this day, for how will they ever know when the trains would get there. Many years later Chicago's hate from the lamers still swam strong but they still wonder: How long are the trains safe?
All of the Pro-Lamers are mentioned in this journal even the lost Kaboodle and Ojoe. They'd be in the story if they HUNG OUT MORE OFTEN.
This story is based off a paragraph plan|face gave me. xD He's not a Pro-Lamer though. Pft as if, he wants to be our Zordon and wants an alpha.
We have FANS, become one today and I'll get off my lazy a** and make a list.
I am Naf · Sat Aug 19, 2006 @ 11:27am · 17 Comments |
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A poem about loooving someone |
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I love you like I love none other
Not as cheesy of those other lovers.
I love you like a video game
One that is awesome and not lame.
I love you like a good hentai
One that doesn't make me say
"What the ********?
Tentacle rape!"
I love you like I love art
The careful and interprative part
I love you like the sound of rock
The kind of thing that can't be torn apart
I love you like a nice anime
One the dips down and make the fan girls scream "Yay!
Look at those two leading same sex characters
Let's make then sleep in bed together ignoring the creators!"
I love you like a n00b loves to cyber
it r0x0r5 mai sox & iz lyk sumtin wit nu timar!!!!
I love you like only I can
Because I'm no one else, certainly not a Stan.
I am Naf · Sat Dec 10, 2005 @ 09:17am · 5 Comments |
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