

Does it HAVE to have a title?I saw you standing in the hallway You were grinning broadly I was nervous I turned my head to watch the progress I turned back, and you startled me I liked you thenDoes it HAVE to have a title?
We stood together Our backs to the sun We huddled Our faces were together We stopped, then walked away We sat, we stared...woefully We stood, you pulled me close I LOVED YOU THEN!
I remember your face in the hallway I remember your grin I remember the look in your eyes..."gorgeous" I thought..."silly boy, you must never have seen beauty" I remember the Jabberwo


Spelling Defeat"When I look into your eyes, there's nothing there to see...."Spelling Defeat
-But a wide black hole Feeding on your soul. Did you have one before? Then you surely fooled me.
You don't have eyes anymore Just blank black sockets Leeching on my life.
Your eyes were never there.
I saw the hair on the back of your head Stand from all your fearfulness of me For I am your greatest enemy, The arch Nemesis.
I haunt your dreams don't I? The weird disturbing ones you tell of? The guilt that fills inside with every thought of me Caused by every
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hunter #1: Unicorns? I thought they only existed in fairytales. This is a forest, like any other... isn't it?
hunter #2: Then why do the leaves never fall here? Or the snow? Why is it always spring here? I tell you there is one unicorn left in the world
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"find me and I'll think about letting you in."
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"I am Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Don't hesitate to call." -VASH The STAMPEDE!
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"I am Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Kaiser III. Don't hesitate to call." -VASH The STAMPEDE!
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"Once upon a time, conspiracy theorists thought the world was round..."
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"The real voyage of Discovery consists not in seeing new landscapes, but in having new eyes."
~Marcel Proust
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"What! My dear lady Disdain! Are you yet living?"
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"find me and I'll think about letting you in."
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"What! My dear lady Disdain! Are you yet living?"
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