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S.C.H.O.O.L. -34-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 2??3??? Lets go with 5
“So there's a monstrous nurse running around here administering drugs?”
“No, there’s an arachnid-snake-like creature calling itself a nurse that runs around administering drugs,” I, Soci, explained to Fan.
“Sounds like you were hallucinating and you ended up injecting heroine into yourself,” says Mozart. “By the way, kill yourself.”
I gave him a blank stare, hopefully transferring every inch of wrath I had into his pitiful soul. Not that he had much of one left, being the massive tool he was. “It’s your turn to hold Trains,” I said coldly.
Digi, who had been carrying more than supporting Trains, looked exhausted. He looked physically drained, as if someone had punctured his energy tank and let it run out behind him. He didn’t even give me a look of relief as he huffed Trains over Mozart’s shoulders. Mozart looked like he was a
S.C.H.O.O.L. -Live- Bus RideSix Crap Hours of Our Lives - LIVE
Unsocial as ever, Handlebar immediately retrieved his headphones at the sound of me starting a live SCHOOL.
Which is fine. So fine. Whatever.
Franklin : Oh COME ON
They are playing cheat on a pillow close to the back of the bus.
Einstein : WHAT IS THIS THIS IS A FIIIIIIIIVE
I’m unaware of who is winning at this moment, though judging by the crowd’s facade, my guess is that it would be Admin. I, Soci, haven’t the time for their frivolous activities, and instead wasted the majority of the last three hours playing 2048.
As Phan approaches my perch, Handlebar shushes her and proclaims ‘It’s live.’
Phan giggles and jumps into the fray of cheat.
We have been sitting on a bus for the past four and a half hours. In that time, we have watched one movie and have grown disgruntled over a stupid ipod app called 2048 – the game from Hell. As usual, everyone is tame. Locker Buddy is playing Mario Kart, Mozart is
S.C.H.O.O.L. -33-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1.5 of Awaking
It whizzed past me. Down the hall. Under trolleys and alongside filing cabinets. Defying gravity, although I knew this was just basic elementary physics. And only one other person could know this was basic physics. And only one other person could have designed such a machine to do just this. But where?
I heard footsteps from down the hall in front of me. Shuffles. Someone tripped. Another shushed them and someone cursed under their breath. Vain attempts of being sneaky. The toy car came to a stop a ways away, and from around the corner appeared two people I’ve only seen in the halls and had the acquaintance of.
Short Round held the remote controller in his hand and moved the joy stick around. Beside him, Admin held a pocket-sized computer for video footage.
“…or maybe the batteries just died, I mean there are a number of explanations why it could be acting up. The car probably has a short
S.C.H.O.O.L. -32-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day 1 of Awaking
Abandoned hospital beds block my way. I’ve had to turn back several times in the past 10 minutes, eventually resorting to vaulting over the obstacles myself. Only to be blocked by a desk, or filing cabinet, or wide trolley that can wheel only a small ways.
My hockey stick is still missing, and after literally tearing the room apart (both wallpaper and flooring have officially become nonexistent in that room) I failed to discover any secret compartment it could have been hiding in. I settled for nothing. I pocketed the black scarabs and set on a goal to reach the area of boxes and spotlights beside my ‘room.’ However, due to all the detours, I failed that endeavor too.
So here I am.
Middle of an abandoned hospital hallway thing with no weapon and damn jewelry pieces. I could hear them rattling in my pocket. The only thing that could have put the icing on the cake would be the homeless man
S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]
Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.
I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.
It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their
S.C.H.O.O.L. -29-Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
I woke up; fell out of bed. A bed. Not my bed.
The floor felt cool on my palms; a blur of greens and blues. Plastic. Linoleum. Hard.
I put one foot under me and stood to my feet, nearly falling over because my head felt so heavy. Black spots danced in front of my already blurred vision and I sat down on the bed behind me. Glasses. Where are my glasses? I smacked the bedside table, hoping to find them somewhere familiar... Yes. Acquired.
The room around me came into focus and I realized I was in a hospital, though I deducted as much. Sunlight was streaming through the window and there was a bouquet of dead flowers on my bed side table. Daisies. There wasn’t any water in them. No sh*t they died...
I walked over to the window slowly, half for the curiosity of what outside would look like, and half to see whether or not I could still walk. I could, though it felt odd and unfamiliar, as though my muscles were not used to thi
Smile.My closest friend. best friend and childhood friend-- Sera.
You helped me remember how it was to smile, even though I had sunk down to the lowest of the low. You were appreciative, happy, and a lovely person to be around. Although the distance between us has increased much more than before and the initial shakiness, I appreciate you're being here, and speaking to me more than ever. You understand my situation of being unable to reach out, and speak to me, trying not to dwell on sad topics for too long. You are the reason why I appreciate friends so much.
Thank you for existing. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you, for staying with me for so long, even though I have my conditions and what not. Thank you, for trying to be as understanding as you possibly could. You are wonderful.
My dear leader-sama, Jenn, creator of Tear Project.
You helped me get back up to my feet to continue my project, and how much a person to push people along every so often is oh so important. And though y
The 4 AM Rant by Your InsomniacMy love,
These warm, sunshine filled summer months have meant little or nothing without your warm embraces, your lovely smiles, and your kiss.
I would do anything for you, what do you wish? Would you want the moon? Just say the word and I'll throw a lasso around it. Say, that's a pretty good idea - I'll give you the moon. I'll place it within the abyss' protocol, next to the stars and above; despite the fact I would love to place and fashion a moon crown on your head, as your bright eyes twinkle with sparks brighter than supernovas.
I'm alone in this room. I have my headphones playing to fill in the space of the noise -- and most of these raging thoughts that do not belong to me. I'm very tired, probably delirious from the lack of sleep, two nights sleepless. 48 hours. I wonder if any of this makes sense... I want to sleep with you. I don't mean sex, just sleeping. I want to be held in your loving arms and listen to you breathe quietly. I want to play with your hair and trace lit
letter to the Mighty OneDear One Who Rules On High, Author of Moments, Almighty Alpha & Omega:
I am writing to express my utmost admiration for You. You have done something of which no mere human is capable: You have created a world from pure nothingness. Others have done this, of course, and some quite successfully, but none to the extent that You have. Your world teems with life and, more importantly, love - which is, after all, the most important weapon we have. This world of Yours houses all different kinds of people, from the brave to the cunning to the clever to the loyal, and You take care of them all. It's safe to say that Your faithful subjects appreciate that more than can be expressed in a simple letter. (This pesky fact will not, however, prevent me from attempting to do so!)
Your world has shaped my life like no other's could. It has taken me to faraway lands that I otherwise never would have seen - places of magic and power and the deepest, truest love. After all, what love could possibly be gre
Dear MeDear Me,
I don't know if this is to the me of the past, or the me of the future. All I know is that I write these words to me. If I were to write to the me of the past, I don't know what I would say. Would it be to me as a child? To me as an immature teen? What would I say? To try harder? To not make that same mistake again? Would I tell my past self to avoid these situations to relieve myself of the conflicts I face now? Would I be angry at myself because I am already angry at my present self? If only I had a time machine, are the words I continuously say out of habit; but if I really had one, what then? To the past me, these are the words I have to say. Keep moving forward. Never go back. And if you do, make sure to walk forward even stronger. Maybe even while holding a friend's hand. It never hurts to ask for help. You'll be frustrated, angry, and spiteful with everything, but mostly--and especially--to yourself. You'll disappoint some, but I'll be the most disappointed in the
Sissy Question 1A question I have about being a sissy boy:
What do you think are some good beginner recipes for a sissy to learn to cook for her man?
A Letter To A FriendDear Saix
I could use your real name but for the sake of things, I'm not going to. I know we don't talk like we use to but I still felt the need to write this. I need you to know how special you are to me and how much I value your friendship. Through thick and thin you have always been by my side. I remember first meeting you in middle school and how we bonded in fac's over a book and we just clicked. I still remember what book it was too. It was Eragon by Christopher Paloni. Since then we have been pretty close. Though our closeness didn't really fully bloom until high school. You were the one I could always come to with my problems. The one that actually listened. The one that actually cared and helped me through. Our conversations were always long and I always had a blast. Junior year was when we really became close. We bonded over an anime. There were fights with another friend and I could always come crying to you at the times when it got really bad with those fights. You had my b
I don’t know if I’ll ever give this to you. I’ve wanted to tell you these things so much, but I never dare to trust people. Especially when it comes to my heart. But you’ve held mine in your hand for quite some time now, and I knew that I wanted to write this down. Even if that means you’ll never read it. I don’t care.
I’ve seen so many things in my life. So many horrors, so many tragedies…so many wonders, and so much overwhelming beauty. I told you a little about my childhood already, but there really is no way to describe it. It was pure and sweet, innocent and perfect. It was just like the poem; Nothing Gold Can Stay. I used to wear nothing but dresses…and my hair was gorgeous. It was long and curly, meaning back then, I actually brushed it. My eyes were blue then. It doesn’t sound important, I know, but someday I will forget everything from my past and I need to tell someone before that happens.
I was differ
MY STORYAlright, so I decided to do something. I'm putting this as a deviation because it's worthy of it.
I told someone I would tell them why I believe in God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit. Before, I'll admit that I had doubts that put suicide as an option in my mind. Well, guess what? After I prayed and prayed for an answer, I got it in full force.
So here is it. Here's the highlight of my life.
I had a moment. I could watch a movie, or I could praise God. What made me choose the latter? Who knows.
So I prayed again. For courage to do what He has planned for me.
That's when I got my answer. Fear vanished. I actually got up and woke my dad up.
For those of you who know me, I can't talk. I can try, but I always freeze. I was driven, almost every choice I made was me trying to do what's right, or sometimes, me saying I should take a break.
I actually talked. As in, passionately talked.
That was something I couldn't even do to my closest friend! Yet I did it without fear, at all!
So, I'm no
-30days- Day 9
Day 9 How you hope your future will be like.
Well, lots of Doctor Who, lots of concerts, lots of cats, and lots of love.
Honestly I don't really like to look too ahead into the future. Because the one day I've been waiting weeks and weeks upon arrives, and I look back and think 'wow I really didn't do anything special while waiting'. So live each day like your last, don't look back unless you're prepared to bring up regrets and burden yourself, and don't look incredibly into the future unless you honestly have nothing to live for tomorrow :3
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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