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ImpressionsYou wasted a lot of hours wondering, didn't you? Breaking the very pointless into the extremely pointless, and degrading the extremely to the impossibly. But I can assure you, that no matter how pointless those thoughts are, the action itself holds meaning. To reduce everything in this world to rubble is to understand the universe at a primal level.
At first, I feel inclined to regret it. To advise you not to do it. Yet, I know such a request would be superfluous and even counter-intuitive. After all, I know you like I know myself. I know that such a warning would not deter you, but riddle you with curiosity until making you shatter in one prolonged episode of moral depravity.
So I won't tell you to stop. In fact, I will tell you the opposite. Do it. Do it as quick as you can. As much as you can. As healthy as you can. The sooner you discover the truth that I wish I could have never known, the sooner you can get past it. The sooner you can accept it. Your life doesn't have to be
VoicesYou're one of the most fascinating people I know.
Really. It's true!
But that doesn't make you good. It doesn't make you right, either Maybe I'm not the person to make that call, since I don't really know what either of those things are; however, I'm confident they are not you.
You live a very ironic existence, don't you? Purposeless and apathetic. Only finding motivation in the petty and the depressing. And you wonder why you hate life. You've never lived a day of it. You watch other people live it, and you wish you had what they have But you can't. You can't ever be like them, can you?
See! That's why you're so interesting! Anybody different is met with curiosity. Anything that breaks the norm is a learning experience.
But some people are different and typical at the same time. They have these unique quirks about them that make them seem interesting on the first glance; but it is only upon close examination does one realize how typical they really are.
I have trouble with
Sewer ManIt felt instantaneous. As if I had gone to sleep normal, and woke up deranged. As if in a single moment, I had become what I am. I don't deny it, either my being deranged, that is. Any man, and I use the term "man" loosely, is deranged if they stray too far from the social focal point; and by God have I done that much!
It started as a fascination, grew to be an active interest, and eventually became what I recognize to be an obsession. I even remember the day that I completely regarded myself as obsessed or rather, deranged. I remember my insanity became so consuming that I submitted my humanity to it. Yes, that is why I use the term "man" loosely, because I often question if I am one.
To me, a "man" is one who thrives in social environments. There are odd balls, but even those who are troubled are still "man." However, sometimes you get these exceptions. You get these transgenders. These people who may or may not have social skills, just as a male in a female's body may
Note to SelfYou. Yes, you. This note has been written specifically to you and its contents are of the utmost importance.
Why should you trust me?
I am you from the future.
If you tell anyone this note exists, they either won't believe you or they won't understand the significance. The words will mean nothing to the stubborn and will be impossibly dilute to the gullible. You are alone in this.
I have written this to warn you.
In exactly thirteen minutes, you will die. You need to evacuate your home as quickly as possible. Once again, if you don't, you will die.
I don't have the time to explain the complex series of events that have led up to this moment, just realize that this is a matter of life and death for us both. Do not throw our life away. Please, get out immediately.
If you don't want to leave, AT LEAST turn on all the lights you can find. Then there is a chance it won't find you. A slim chance.
Before I end this message, I must stress what I said earlier: I am you from the future. I
SometimesI wish I could understand myself better.
I want to know what to do.
There is this constant feeling of lethargy crawling on my skin. There is this sudden and fleeting turmoil in my body. And no matter what I try, it never goes away.
Sometimes I'm depressed, other times not. Well, I'm always a little depressed, because that is just how it is. Depression seems to go hand in hand with confusion; at least, it does when you're confused about yourself. How could it not? We are the most important things in this universe.
The universe is seen through us, by us. By not understanding myself, by feeling this chaotic, lethargic, confusion, I'm not understanding the universe which is the most important thing in ourselves.
I've learned a lot through introspection and comparison. I give them credit for my pseudo-intellectualism. Pseudo-intellectualism being the title I dub my ability to appear far more intelligent than I actually am. Then again, I guess I could call it the same thing everybody
Max and Boston, a Pokemon FanfictionMax pulled his face out of the mud and wiped his cheeks. He was panting, struggling to catch his breath. His whole body ached and his eyes were beginning to water. He glanced back at his trainer, looking for some kind of guidance, for kind of command, but none came. All he saw was confusion and panic; it was all he ever saw in Boston. He started blinking rapidly, attempting to arouse himself; he could no longer think clearly. In the corner of his eye he saw a brown creature moving with terrifying speed, and instantly he knew what was coming. His entire body tensed as he braced for impact. A powerful kick to the face sent him flying backwards, on to his back.
Max's eyes opened. The world seemed to be flying by him. Lights were blurring past and everything was blending together, leaving him distraught and afraid. Instinctively, he looked for comfort, for anything familiar. First, all he could make out was a man above and behind him, but he didn't recognize him. He was beginning to panic.
Zombie Apocalypse - Part 1Zombie Apocalypse
Written by Katrina Zwicker :iconkittykattrina: & Jack Derril :iconjderril:
KittyKatTrina wrote the following:
"It looks pretty clear..." Trina said, steeling herself up for another risky supply run.
"Remember Springfield? That looked pretty clear too and we just barely made it out..." Jack replied.
"Yeah but that was last year! The hordes have thinned out recently. We haven't seen one in days. Thankfully."
"And that was a fully contained shopping mall with internal hallways. That's why we got cornered like we did. This is just a strip mall with doors on the outside."
“Ok, fine..." Jack finally conceded.
"Yay! Let’s get some food!" Trina led the way across the deserted street and parking lot, leading with her compound bow with an arrow already knocked and her trusty daito bokken in its improvised sheath on her backpack.
Jack covered her from behind, but there was no real
Zombie Apocalypse - Part 2Zombie Apocalypse
Written by Katrina Zwicker :iconKittyKatTrina: and Jack Derril :iconjderril:
jderril wrote the following:
Jack smiles carefully at Trina as she pulls forth a measure ribbon. "Where did you..." Jack starts.. "ah never mind.” Grabbing the ribbon Jack jumps on the couch. Realizing he is now only a few inches away he gently lands a hand on Trina's side. She doesn’t seem to mind. Trina feels as hard as rock, though surprisingly warm, even tender somehow. The gentle warmth of Katrina soothes Jacks nerves.
Moving his hand towards the front, he now follows the shape of what must be the most clearly defined abdominal muscle in the world. . They must be at least 2,5 inches in depth. His fingers disappearing almost in between them. "How... Erm.... How does it feel?" Jack carefully asks.
Trina noticing Jack’s emotional state seems calmer, giving her confidence to speak more freely about her new body. "Well... It’s incredible, I feel
Sissy TG (extended edition)
When consciousness reached Seb, he was surprised to find himself tied down, unable to move. After testing his restraints, he found himself tied down in an area he didn't recognise. He tried to breath, but found it harder to for a reason he couldn't explain. As he looked around his surroundings, he was momentarily blinded by a light switching in. He squinted, closing his eyes properly for several seconds before he finally managed to open them. A dark shape had blocked the harshness of the light. He looked up, into face of Kira, a girl in his class, and head cheerleader. Being one of the richer schools in the area, the cheerleading team was well equipped, and held little time for complaint. Kira like the rest of the team was exceptionally beautiful, and caught a lot of remarks from a lot of people.
Seb himself was nothing remarkable. Not smart enough to be a nerd, not stupid enough to be a street thug, and too wimpy to be a jock. He kept to himself mostly, never really excelling i
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mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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