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X-My_Honey_Bunny-X Report | 06/18/2011 11:21 am

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kushipoly Report | 04/16/2011 9:48 am

Armed forces hall on to the concrete like a vent releasing air, just when they get to one spot, they move on without a moment to spare. I take me a moment to realize their reasoning; they’re searching the citizens.
I guess it’s not surprise I have the luck of a squirrel. Every attempt to avoid a normal day sent me spinning in a world of denial.
There gray uniforms say it all. Down to the heavy boots they have tied down the smallest knife. The most interesting thing about the wear is the golden buttons. Even the king has put his servant through a royal layout. I guess its good income for the bill, and the obvious provision rule set by the king himself. You must only protect your family. Basically, selfishness is the key to survival.
The king himself only serves certain places. Places such as Triple teal, Round Holly, and Serf-ice. I haven’t made ground with Round Holly in nine years; it’s where my father lives.
As far as me and mom, we’re on the outskirts, where it isn’t ruled at all.
There are three reasons for me not to run. Around, there is a scarce amount of time and space. The second is the key to survival. Soldiers here don’t take that kind of threat, they’ll kill without consent. The last I’ve come up with no doubts to betray. Soldiers are under the direct order of the king. Like the horse men they are crazy for a good fight, so even if you’re not looking for one, they’ll make a scene. Besides if I were a soldier in royal hands I’d fire up the small ones to eliminate the highest screeches and then I’m make my way to the females. The moms in particular, so that people of this generation will fade along with silence. As for my last move I’d keep all old people out of harm’s way. By doing this, they will go on to warn other about this way, thus bringing people to the conclusion of straying the thoughts of joining the royal killing. The old people will not only die off quickly, but they will serve self-advertisements in the name of justice and dramatic revenge.

kushipoly Report | 04/09/2011 1:38 pm

Fer sure maybe fer sure not
Fer sure eh fer sure bomb
Pulled up at a stop light did drugs on the dashboard
Look at the mess we made tonight

Kick off your stilettos
Kick off your stilettos
And ******** me in the backseat
******** me in the backseat
You're always falling in disguise
And always quick to compromise

Kick off your stilettos [oh yeah]
Kick off your stilettos
And ******** me in the backseat [fa-fa-fa]
******** me in the backseat
Fer sure maybe fer sure not
Fer sure eh fer sure bomb

kushipoly Report | 04/09/2011 1:26 pm

The night light bounces off the walls like a broken mirror. In the strangest places the shadow of darkness would sneak into the cracks making the picture all so strange. I could see myself in the smallest clothes. Down to the boots I am covered in black. It’s not the wall that’s giving me a reflection it is the waters. On the base, Puddles are sprawled out like Easter eggs in a garden. I slipped past a small one just in time to see wings in the sky behind me. They are massive compared to any birds, so I gave it a second look. Attached to the wings is a fully grown human body. The arms put on this human had the muscles of what I can only guess to be female. The arms, barley far from a spot of strength, throw off my guard and keep me looking. “Bird-like and female, just how I like them,” I pulled back when I hear the masculine tone sprout from behind me, but just when I did he disappeared. I peer skyward to see he’d also taken flight. Two beautiful bat people sore before me. I stepped back and watched as the two brawl it out in the sky. The falling of feathers made a rain-like effect. Each feather took the color of black. When they reached midpoint they vanished as expected. I feel like a Jew, looking up to them fall down on me has the same effect as the gas, but unlike mine they’ll have an end to this kind of treatment. Guess what people will call me now; I’m already considered a nut around the clock. The clock, my “invisible friend”, or so they call it, but he’s not invisible to me at all, in fact I see him now, heading my way…carrying a bow. Past the right shoulder I can see he’s also equipped with arrows, I watch as they make their way into the sky.