

a winter poem.I do not like this weather, I do not like the cold. I do not like my toes to freeze, As I stand at the bus stop each day. I wish the sun would smile on this town, I wish some warmth would greet the breeze. I try to stay warm in every way, But the cold, it keeps me down.a winter poem.
My smile is trembling, And my laughter seems to shudder.
The winter is approaching, Erasing memories of the summer.
Leaving the trees bare, Leaving my nose runny, Leaving all the warm behind, Making me wish it was sunny.
My fingers are balled into fist, Shoved


a beautiful dream.It started with anger, uncommon and strange. And then the anger was personified by a fire, a bright fire so dazzling I was left silent in awe. And then the fire began to shrink, growing weaker and weaker, less fierce and more tamed. It now burned and flickered in a circular pit, and now I was not alone. Around me, men and women with tanned skin and painted faces began chanting, dancing around the flames. One man, who looked so ancient and wise, was throwing a sort of sand into the fire. The smoke that had been steadily rising up changed colors, there were now flashes of red, green, blue, orange, yellow, and purple all around. I stared aa beautiful dream.


The Tsubaki's LoverLong ago, before the time of even your great ancestors, there lived a beautiful tsubaki. This tsubaki was not ordinary, for its extraordinary beauty set the villagers to believe that this tsubaki in particular was a Kami, a spirit that claimed a piece of nature with breathtaking beauty. This Kami's name was Kohana. Every spring, on the day that Kohanas tsubaki bloomed, Kohana was allowed to roam among the humans; but only for one day. Kohana would gratefully leap from her tsubaki, shimmering and forming into a beautiful young woman, with warmth in her eyes and a genuine smile on her face.The Tsubaki's Lover
Kohana would visit the villag
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'Bro.
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Friendship
Is like an ointment...
For when you've been stung by fifty bees
It always feels better
No matter where you rub it,
Because it is a topical analgesic!"
-Brak
Can you ask Heather if she still wants to do the ventriloquist doll thing?
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TheGamealsoDaMehMan says:
I'm invited to a party, I'm bringing macaroni and hookers.
chibersxx says:
YAAAAAY!
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Friendship
Is like an ointment...
For when you've been stung by fifty bees
It always feels better
No matter where you rub it,
Because it is a topical analgesic!"
-Brak
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TheGamealsoDaMehMan says:
I'm invited to a party, I'm bringing macaroni and hookers.
chibersxx says:
YAAAAAY!
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DaMehMan: Holy crap
Me: hm?
DaMehMan: I can't get the simple childproof bottle open. ><
Me: LOL
DaMehMan: LEAVE ME ALONE BOTTLE I JUST WANT MY DRUGS
Me: LOL
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FRISTIC STUDIOS: where love conquers all... BY FORCE IF NECESSARY!
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Friendship
Is like an ointment...
For when you've been stung by fifty bees
It always feels better
No matter where you rub it,
Because it is a topical analgesic!"
-Brak
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TheGamealsoDaMehMan says:
I'm invited to a party, I'm bringing macaroni and hookers.
chibersxx says:
YAAAAAY!
--
Friendship
Is like an ointment...
For when you've been stung by fifty bees
It always feels better
No matter where you rub it,
Because it is a topical analgesic!"
-Brak
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