| YAY for Destination Asgard whose origins have been given birth too thanks to inspiration of C.S.L. and J.R.R.T. |


A Different Tale III Sadness flooded its soul as the rain had flooded his prison. But something was still wrong. Before now he had been in a literal prison with no means to escape. Although he had not reached the blue and was still imprisoned he had taken a leap forward and was now close to his goal. This meant that his hopes and dreams had to be possible. If he was able to move just an inch closer, it proved that there was still the possibility that he was not wrong. His mind had cleared from the perversion that haunted him. He had fallen twice already, but somehow, both times, he had gotten back up. ThA Different Tale III


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Praise those who can destroy, for they are the ones who can create. Bless those who can believe, for they are the ones who go through, with reins to the end.
So don't go running to pray. We cant all be within that state of perfect relief. We must all just stay true to our friends.


A Different Tale II And rain did come. Finally he would escape said imprisonment and see what he had only dreamed about. As soon as the water reached the mouth of the well, the frog jumped into the soft mud surrounding the stone well. But to the frog noticed reality's painful truth, nothing was like he had dreamed. Nothing was blue and white. Around him he saw tall blocks of wood and stone lines intersecting each other creating a maze around. It was like another prison. It was just like beforeA Different Tale II


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The slightest movement of the sea, Far away, miles away from me. It grows and grows, becoming greater, Only to become nothing later. The boats break through it, Nevertheless, it continues bit by bit. As it nears the shore, I feel the breeze All will soon pass with ease. I stand alone, never moving, waiting, Even now as the light is fading. It towers over me like the sky, Tiny seashells are rushing by. The wave crashes over, cool as ice, As I enter beautiful paradise.
| What can I say. I am a poser. I like to write, and enjoy some kinds of readings although a am REALLY picky. On the other hand, I also learn to appreciate what others do and like to help out, so just ask me and I will respond, I enjoy it! I think... And yes, I am very indecisive and somewhat of a liar. But aren't we all? arent we all... Anyway, I was pushed to the verge of breaking when interviewed by a professor on why I like to write. But nonetheless, this helped me get an wonderful idea why I like to do so. According to the interview I discovered I write in order to think and process, and if in the very end I can entertain some one, just one person, I am overjoyed and obtain the courage to move on forward and function. So in the very end, I am fulled by the attention of any one person, and on my ability to bring just a little bit of entertainment to someone. So if I ever write something boring and tedious, bring it forward, I will fix this, and if I can, I will try better next time. |
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"We cook your meals, we haul your trash, we connect your calls, we drive your ambulances. We guard you while you sleep. Do not... fuck with us."
"you are the all seeing all dancing crap of the world" Tyler Durden/ the narrator, Fight club
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"Here I am
And within the reach of my hands
She sounds asleep and she's sweeter now
Than the wildest dream could have seen her
And I Watch her slipping away
Though I know I'll be hunting high and low"
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...nothing can exist only slightly.
YOU.
with the dA page, and the submitting of art!
thank you for the fav :3
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Always comment!
~yangt299
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