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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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“…and really, I feel, if we’re talking about poetry, the best contrast, in my opinion, is always going between the transcendentalist movement and the dark-romantic movement of Earth’s America in the nineteenth century. But enough about my views. What do you think?”
shanebete:
“Boring people to death, are you Shane? Isn’t that beneath you?”
yuzhens:
“Could someone point me to the gym? I have been trying to find it for weeks, but honestly, and I mean no harm or offence, if what this campus has as a gym is that horse’s stable back there, we shall have no chance if an attack occurs. And I do not believe hiding in another planet will keep anyone safe for much longer”
“That depends on what you mean by gym – you could be referring to the one we’re intended to use to P.E. when classes begin, that one always manages to have the stench of sweat. If you’re meaning to find the training center slash gymnasium hybrid or some shit, well in that case I wouldn’t be of any help since I haven’t paid that place a visit. Nor do I intend to, because really, why would I? Mes dieux! Anyway, I’d be thrilled to assist you in your efforts to find this gym.”
Mm, oh, pretty baby, White lines, pretty baby, Gold teeth, pretty baby, yeah, Dance the night away.
1zanehare:
Only if the person I’m talking to is about to die. I can tell by the colour of your skin, the soul starts to leave the body and you get this grey-ish colour. Death is awaiting. Have you been a good girl? Do you think you’re going up or down?
–– Am I on the radio?
drew-fitz:
“I mean, I don’t care. If you want to talk to a boy who’s interested in makeup, go find a gay one.”
“What a rude boy you are. I think it’s hot when men are interested in makeup. You are awful to converse with but you’re dreaming if you think I’m letting you walk away without sharing your number.”
One time I waited outside a woman’s house for five days just to show her how serious I was about wanting to drill her. Turns out, it was the wrong house. She loved the story anyway. We got to third base. Over the pants.
No, I don't want no scrub A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from me Hanging out the passenger side Of his best friend's ride Trying to holler at me
There’s more where they came from.
Do you always go around sharing random, slightly gruesome facts?
Yeah, I guess it does. I mean, even if you don’t like it, you have to get used to it. Oh, is it? I’ve heard nice things, but I’ve never been myself. Well, thank you; you have nice hair too.
What a shame that must be for those who highly dislike it. Do you guys receive any sort of weather back home or is it just dusty as fuck year round? Hm, you should take the time to visit. Oh! Why, thank you, that means a lot coming from you.
“Why the fuck would I say yes?”
“Why the fuck would you say no? Basically everything you say I will say the opposite of that thing.”
Uh, I’m from the Pridelands. What about you? Ah, thank you. I am a fan of my hair.
The Pridelands? Oh that explains why you are a fan of the heat. Not that I’m not. Village De la Bete, it’s so – romantic. As am I. A fan of your hair, that is.
Lost what, exactly?
What are we talking about? I think we’re on totally different wavelengths or something.
“Yes, this is, in fact, my natural hair. Why would I want my hair to be dead?”
“–– Are you actually saying these words?”
“Oh, were you talking to me? Because I wasn’t listening… and I also don’t care.”
“What the Walt do you mean you don’t care? Are you meaning to tell me I wasted my breath for five minutes? Wouldn’t be the first time.”
“See, I told you.” William smiles as he leans back against the low concrete wall. “The view from up here is pretty fantastic. You have the city at your feet, the sky within reach and me only a couple of steps away.”
Chocolate eyes moved from the view to the young man propped up against the cement wall. Slightly confused as to why she was brought here in the first place, her breathless smile morphed into a smirk. “My my, it’s like I’m living in a fantasy! How gorgeous. And how sweet of you to expose this to me.”
