Like a DogYou may beat, you may hurt. But when you sleep, I will guard. When you sleep, I will not fail.Like a Dog
You may not remember anymore, but I have not forgotten. I have not forgotten the times when you were mine. I will never forget the time when you were strong.
Like a dog I will follow you, like a dog I'll protect. They will never again touch your body, for my fangs will be there. They will never again spoil you, for my pain will be theirs.
You will not ask, but you'll recieve. The blood of the bear will stain your dress, but you skin will be pure. The claws of the
4885 days"I think the cat's dead." Why would I say that? "Honey, I killed your cat with a shovel and ripped it's eyes out." Now that's just dumb. Am I even trying? "So, how was your day?" Yeah, that'll do.4885 days
She was standing in the kitchen, as usual. "So, how was your day?" Maybe Julie had been sick today, maybe I wouldn't have to... "Just fine, darling, Julie was complaining about her kids again. Isn't it amazi..." I really don't want to hear this. Not again. I have to stop it... "Sorry honey, but I just realized Gerald needs some papers back at the office, I really have to go bac
SanityGerry was never a bad man. In fact, he was a really good man. The only good man. But the quality of a person was no longer measured as it should be. When his father was young, it was measured by your dancing. When his grandfather was young, it was measured by the ammount of sweat you produced every day. The way it should always have been.Sanity
Gerry was never a bad man, but now that it was his turn to be measured, it was different. How good you were as a person was completely dependant on being as everyone else. But for some reason, eveyone else were certain that they were indeed different, breaking the mold. Fools! They believe
Blood on my handsThe door. He had to get through the door. She was there. As he ran thorugh the darkness, with the fire burning all around him, he could hear her screams, begging for his help. He had to save her. She was the only thing keeping things real. When she was around, he was at peace. When he looked into her eyes, he could see those he had failed. Those who had died because he wasn't strong enough. He could see that they had forgiven him. But without her, all that would be lost. The door was his only hope. The flames disappeared, leaving only the darkness behind.Blood on my hands
The door was right there, he could see it over at a distance, as if it was
Haunted BakerThe Other HalfHis vision blurred. . . . Footfalls were heard on the linoleum floor. Oh, the linoleum floor. He remembered it pristinely- more clearly than most other aspects of his surroundings. How it seemed to swallow all thought- before spitting it out in a transparent ghost of the lights on the ceiling, warped from their shape. Warped like his consciousness. Warped like his perception. He felt some sort of ethereal bond with this floor- like him, it was forced to be a patron to the other half- the distorted view.The Other Half
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WarWar...mankind's natural instict, or just a tool of his entertainment? For centuries, war has ravaged the Earth, brought about the end of civilizations, and destroyed countless areas of the environment. For many people, this means little to nothing, but for some, it means that history is the key to our survival. In order to overcome the inbred hatred of each other, which inevitably leads to violence, we must look to the past to learn from our mistakes. We must rise up and say, "We shall not fight."War
Some may see this as an anti-war protest. I am not protesting any current war, in fact, I salute the men and women who fight and die f
Taking more or less everything down
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"War does not determine who is right, but who is left."
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"A thing is not necessarily true just because someone is willing to die for it."
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GIVE ME LIBERTY OR GIVE ME CAKE!!!
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"Say what you want, but I will be taking the cake." - L
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