For Suicide-LoverSuicide-addictFor you I write this storyRead and enjoy it.The friendshipsThat of Shadows and the LightOldest companionsTogether dancingreflections of old friendshipsIntertwined in lifeThey play togetherAs intimate as lovers,More free than the airForever as oneCannot be SeperatedLight and Dark, twistingMy story now done,I bow to you, Enjoy it?Remember the truth
Ghosts of the PastIs it your fault I see her now?Apparation from my dreamsFading away with mornings lightTaking me apart at the seamsI thank you, my friend,I'd all but forgottenYears have passed 'tween then and now,fades memories I'd gottenThose things are past,Now must see what may come,Maybe the ghost within my dreams,can again be with me as one...
Complete Stupidity 01David was bored. Very bored. So incredibly bored in fact, that he was currently bouncing around headbanging in his tiny one room apartment, blasting Rammstein loud enough that people 3 rooms over could clearly make out the words, not to mention him screaming along with it.This was in fact, nothing new.So when he was blown away by Tommy, no one was surprised. Or even cared all that much.Except for Jana, who happened to be David's sister.No one else cared though.So one day Andy came down the street and walked into Taco Bell, slapped down a twenty and became president. Amazing. but then, you won't guess what happened next. Unless you care to try? Go ahead. Have fun. Try. You won't get it.Okay, fine. You suck at guessing. So just stop it.SO HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED.Shortly after being elected President, good ol Captain Whatshisface goes in to buy hisself a taco. Being the curious little bugger he is, he inquires as to what's inside the tacos."DOG MEAT," the greasy teenager behind the
Festival Dance"A Serpent was captured sneakin' 'round the gates!""What's this?" Kyancith asked, masking his accent behind a course brogue common around the farmsteads beyond the Capital's walls. It was just one of many the assassin had picked up over his lifetime, and one that had saved his life on numerous occasions. He slid closer to the speaker, a young metal smith who'd just landed in a swirl of dust and grit, already surrounded by a smallish crowd of curious draconians, all listening intently to the news."I saw't with me own eyes! Looked like Royalty too! I hear tell they're going to execute the bastard Snake." Continued the smith, who, on closer inspection had to be a journeyman, judging by the stains on and make of his jerkin."Fool! He's come for peace, what I heard!" came the reply from an older citizen, obviously gentry, dressed in rich festival colors. His voice was dripping with contempt at the younger one's posturing, as well as the tinge of drink in the smith's voice."A Serpent? Wan