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Feb. 29th, 2008 03:10 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Wow, LJ only saved the first half of this post.
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-I fixed my mp3 player
-I'm tired
-We're NOT going to Squash tomorrow
-I hate electronics
-This computer sucks
-In an attempt to buy something on Gaia for 1k cheaper, I ended up buying it for 1k more because of my slow fucking computer.
-Sayo is dead, Kaede is dead, Kazumi's going to die, the Live Action is getting fucking old
-I hate those fucking impatient teachers
-Fuck main characters
-Fuck inactivity
-Kaede > Mana
-Ku Fei > Kaede > Mana
-Ku Fei > Kaede > Mana > Setsuna, fuckers.
-I'm going to bed
Oh...I also wrote a sonnet.
Please enjoy this sonnet:
Papilio
An isolated day it is today
Watching out the window, a sight to see
She stands in comparison, as one says
Light only goes through the skin, truly free
And heat lacks all coherent direction
The chill she develops in the room
Which only is a call for affection
For who attempts to enter this cocoon?
Someday, she too might open up and fly
To release her soft wings, so bright and bare
To enter the earth, to finally die
And drift into the clouds, the atmosphere
Until then, all there is to do is wait
For this spirit lives on another's fate
Guess.
...
-I fixed my mp3 player
-I'm tired
-We're NOT going to Squash tomorrow
-I hate electronics
-This computer sucks
-In an attempt to buy something on Gaia for 1k cheaper, I ended up buying it for 1k more because of my slow fucking computer.
-Sayo is dead, Kaede is dead, Kazumi's going to die, the Live Action is getting fucking old
-I hate those fucking impatient teachers
-Fuck main characters
-Fuck inactivity
-Kaede > Mana
-Ku Fei > Kaede > Mana
-Ku Fei > Kaede > Mana > Setsuna, fuckers.
-I'm going to bed
Oh...I also wrote a sonnet.
Please enjoy this sonnet:
Papilio
An isolated day it is today
Watching out the window, a sight to see
She stands in comparison, as one says
Light only goes through the skin, truly free
And heat lacks all coherent direction
The chill she develops in the room
Which only is a call for affection
For who attempts to enter this cocoon?
Someday, she too might open up and fly
To release her soft wings, so bright and bare
To enter the earth, to finally die
And drift into the clouds, the atmosphere
Until then, all there is to do is wait
For this spirit lives on another's fate
Guess.