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[desert-witch666]

NIGHTMARE

Though I now walk alone, your shadows still haunt me.

Can we co-exist?  As you rise, I stay betwixt and between those memories and dreams that call me to the alternate. The falling of the leaves in that cold October has signaled the end. Shattered soul, we cater to you with the flames that begin new life. 

But still, can we move forward, in spite of all this sadness? Can we shoulder what seems to us the ill-tempered burden of Fate? Lycoris are in full bloom, and separate the paths.  The cold-hearted crow answers the cry.

Mandala fills the air with the putrid scent of remembrance. Can we unite in these trials? Or fall to pieces? To you, my dear, I bid farewell. 

Dance to the Eternal Sun.

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New song! Please listen and give constructive criticism! It'd be much appreciated! :)

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I had a dream I was working Tech at my school for whatever reason, and I was talking to Matt, one of the lead tech guys, who had told me to go downstairs in a building and turn on a light. I went downstairs and met Ashley -- a faculty member--  on the way down, who said that the light in that room hadn't been turned on for years, so we had to activate the backup power generator - which was the only way to turn on the light - by pulling the Fire Alarm. So I pull the Fire Alarm, the lights turn on, and I wake up.

....What?

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The Internet at my house is out. Just letting you guys know.

So if I'm not on as seldomly as I used to, or Dir En Chatrooms occur without my prompting them, this is the reason why.

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Mizuno took a few steps back from me, that mischievous smile both attractive and a bit unnerving. It felt like she was mocking me as she gazed at me in that very knowing way. What was I to feel about this woman? Sure the rumors about her were bad, but were the as bad as they were made out to be? This wasn't America, where reputation mattered considerably less; this was Japan, where if you so much as sneezed in the wrong direction you would be prosecuted and your career torn to shreds of patchwork fabric -- something that you worked hard to create. It may not feel like that where you live, but having lived here all my life, it's considered normal. Someone like Mizuno -- who was an active rebel against society, or Furuta -- who was soft spoken and quiet, would be easily misunderstood. As someone who has few friends and felt outcast himself, in the act of interacting with these people, I felt like I could grasp that meaning clearly for the first time. What it truly meant to be an outcast.

Sakaki; Cold Rain

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Things I've killed mosquitoes with: 

A coat hanger

A pocket knife

The headstock of an acoustic guitar

I feel like a badass. 

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So my Financial Aid appeal was denied, and I've no idea how the fuck I'm gonna get through school this semester. I guess I'm gonna have to drop Music Theory and opt out of that sightsinging course that I'm suppose to concurrently be taking with it. So once again I'll be behind in my studies, and zero way to get money for transportation, among other things.  I'd get a job, but the unemployment rate in the three cities I live in is 25%, and even my friends and people with degrees aren't receiving callbacks. I'll keep trying, but I don't see anything becoming better, frankly.