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Me, you, themOne more year,
One more Christmas,
One more birthday,
One more Year of hate.
Then i am free of you,
Everything you put on me
I am the bad guy,
I am the
I never do anything right
Twelve more months,
Twelve more secrets hidden away,
Twelve more nights in my room crying
And perhaps so much more
Then you wont see me,
The nights I've cried because of you,
You are the bad guy,
You are the
You cant see Who i really am,
Three hundred and sixty five days
Three hundred and sixty five cuts
Three hundred and sixty five lies
Three hundred and sixty five tears
I have over come,
With the help of Taylore and Tommy,
Clouded eyesIf you judge through clouded eyes
You are blinded
And by your judgement, your standards,
I am binded.
Held back by an invisible cord,
I sit back and watch, by your fans your are adored.
I chose not to love you
I chose not to care
You mean nothing to me
Because you were never there
But you pretend i matter,
When your fuzzy point of view shatters
When i become more than you expect
When i rise up from what you've molded me to be
Then will you care?
Then will you see?
I fight to be far away from you
So you fight to destroy me.
DisposableHe doesn't know why she hates herself
Everything good in the world
All the rainbows and junk
Every smile and laugh,
And his amazing eyes
He's so perfect.
and she's just the disposable girl
the one who knows the worst part of jumping off a 59 story building
Would be cleaning her body off the pavement
The girl who has always, hated, every part of her body
Starved herself, and still fat
Dye's her hair, and changes her look, but cant get rid of her family's blood
She sits awake at night, laying there
and no, she wont take her medicine tonight
She's going to sit awake, with music playing so loud she cant think
Because she knows shes screaming at herself in her mind
she has one chance and shes going to screw it all up
And all she sees in him
and he doesn't know why she hates herself
and he tries to fix her depression
but it cant be fixed
and she waits for the day he leaves her
because its what he needs
He needs a girl who isn't disposable
Who isn't just there
to fill up time
Hurting youI deserve to choke to death
Until my face turns blue
I deserve to burn
Because i'm hurting you
You know nothing about me
You don't know what i'll do
But I've warned you babe
And now i'm hurting you
I'm killing myself
Hurting, i'm in pain
I twist and shout
But if i die
Then you'll go too
But baby go,
i don't want to hurt you.
Liar, liarThe lies flow like waterfalls out of her bumbling mouth.
She sits alone in an empty room, in her make believe house.
She'll tell you she knows the truth, but she doesn't.
She wishes she was some one new, someone she wasn't.
She'll make you feel guilty if you don't believe her.
It is that skill that makes her the greatest deceiver.
You'll love her until you die, until your last breath.
You'll never know she's lying until your day of her death.
Broken thingsNo one wants the broken thing
Sits outside all day
Hoping waiting praying for
Someone to come and play
But it sits there on the sidewalk
Rusting and getting old
While newer things are taken home
The broken things grow mold
Spiders move in with other bugs
But insects are not friends
So these rusting broken things
Wait alone for their days to end
Women's Handbag FADE IN:
EXT. PARK - EVENING
JOSH (20s, clean) and ELENA (20s, petite) are on a stroll.
They're laughing & talking.
Josh starts sneezing profusely.
Wait. Let me get you a Kleenex.
Elena reaches into her handbag and takes out a single tissue.
Josh blows into it. Hard.
Bald EaglesOz looked up from his desk just in time to see his partner shamble into the communal office with a huge yawn; his boots shuffling over the polished, white floor. Marshall had not yet put on his vest and Oz’s sharp, golden eyes detected a few minor creases in the vole’s normally starched, light blue blouse.
Odd, he arrived almost fifteen minutes early. Summer, the red butterball would be soon to follow.
Marshall meandered between the grid-work of desks and flopped heavily into his squeaky chair at his own desk to Oz’s left. He could tell Marshall had had a long night. He probably came in early to give himself a time cushion to recharge his morning batteries.
The vole didn't even bother to gel his hair. His wheat-colored locks hung in a neat mess, like a feathery mop, without it. That and the infamous coke-bottle glasses from his college days were back. God, he almost looked like a different person with them. This look always made Oz want to grind his fist i
Sonamy Boom~ WORK HARD PLAY HARD ( So, again..this was based off a comic I read!! I thought it would be fun to write sooo..here we go~ Oh yeah, and I'll send a link to the comic! I think I'm gonna change the ending from Sonic to Amy, since it would be a little safer, ya know?)
Anyways, here we go!~
It seemed to be a free day at the Boom household, and what better day would it be with a little training?
Amy decided to train a little bit to improve her fighting skills, so she made her way to the jungle gym that Tails designed for her. She gracefully made her way through the obstacle course, and seemed to be pretty bored."I need more of a challenge.." she yawned. Little did she know, Sonic was watching her from a nearby tree."A challenge, huh?" He hopped down and confidently strutted over to her. Amy crossed her arms and gave him a "really?" look."What are you doing here? You weren't..following me, right?" she
TDAS Re-write episode 6: Aftermath 1: Olds vs News
Total Drama All-Stars Re-Write
Episode 6: Total Drama All-Stars Aftermath 1: Oldies vs. Newbies
Written and Edited by Joey Turner and Tanya Furness
(As the music plays, we see a wall filled with clips of the past 4 seasons. After a few seconds, the logo “Total Drama All-Stars Aftermath” explodes on the screen. After another explosion, the following short clip recaps play)
(Recap: Lightning; clip from Evil Dread)
Lightning: (Runs past Heather and Jo) Ain't nobody telling Lightning where to dig! I'm my own man! (Standing in the ocean trying to “dig” into it)
(Recap: Lindsay; clip from Heroes vs Villains)
Lindsay: (Free-falling, flapping her arms) I'm flying! (Stops flapping and screams)
(Recap: Jo; miscellaneous clips)
Jo: (Heroes vs Villains) Brightning! Dudcan! (Saving Private Leechball) Dirt Boy got in the way!! Who needs Lightning, am I right, people? Eh? (Truth or Laser Shark) He who sweats it, wets it! Team before pride, maggot!
(Recap: Anne Maria; clip from
Team Young - Mixed Love
[Fanfiction of a gay couple: Zach walks along the sidewalk. (Imagine the events happening as my characters are reading this fanfiction.)]
Tom: [Reading] Zach gathered up his courage in a big sigh.
Zach: [Breathes in and out]
Tom: He clenched to a bouquet of flowers he had in his paw and fixes his fur.
Zach: [Offstage, smiles] I’m playing with it.
Tom: [laughs a bit, keeps reading] He thought of his past decision three times already, but there was no going back. He was going to fall into an embrace with Nick, the Nuzleaf he felt love towards since the first day they met.
Nick: [Offstage] All those years ago…
Tom: [laughs a little, reads] Zach walked up the stairs to the house of the handsome Nuzelaf with a long leaf.
Nick: [Offstage] He has a beautiful leaf. [Zach laughs a little]
Tom: [Keeps going] He knocked on the door with all his might- [Offstage] God, that’s a lot of knocking…
Zach: [Offstage, laughs] Otherwise he wouldn’t hear it. He’s probably
The Eraser JokeGuy #1:
Why'd the eraser flunk art school?
Because anytime someone would draw a
picture of a nude the eraser would rub it out.
Smash Bros. (Grilled Cheese parody)Smash Bros.By Geeligans-i-Land
I work so very hard all day long
I start to dream of you before I get home
I hope you ready, cause we got a date
I just can't wait to buy you and play you at my home
(Smash Bros., for 3DS)
The game will boot up, when I turn it on
Because Mega Man and Villager are gonna play a little game
(It's called Time Smash, on Battlefield)
Don't need no Destiny don't need no COD
I'll laugh at your face if you brought me Madden
Don't waste my time with your Watch Dogs
If you buy me The Voice I'll just throw it out
I want some (Smash Bros.)
Not a Last of us
Are you following me
I love ya more than any other,
I'll buy it on Wii U too
Smash, Smash, Smash, Smash Bros., wanna Smash
Funnies. School.Some stuff that happened so far in school or walking home or last year in school.
______________________________________________________________________In The Library.
Me: *looking for a book to read in the library*
Sis: *walks up to me and whispers* A kid in here is watching porn.
Me: What? In the library? Where?
Sis: Right there. By the empty seat.
Me: *walks past and sees it* ...Okay you were telling the truth.
________________________________________________________________________I Love Yuri.
*My class and I read the book Milkweed last year*
Me and friends: *waiting in line for lunch*
Me: *notice someone wrote "I love Uri" (Uri us one of the characters)* Hey, look. *Smirks and writes a 'y' in front of the 'u'*
Me: *Sulks* I'm afraid that we'
Textile in: Operation InvasionSetting: at the laboratory
sub-setting: Textile's room
Textile: *wakes up to the sound of explosions* Alert! Alert! Hostility detected! *runs out of her room, still in PJ mode* Now searching...*looks around carefully, then looks back to see a bigger and bulkier masculine robot holding Textile's parents who are unconscious* Unidentified entity found! Entity labelled as enemy!
???: STROY HAS DISCOVERED ANOTHER ROBOT. STATE NAME AND MAIN PURPOSE.
Textile: Enemy identified. My sole purpose was for informational data collection, but I'm also capable of love, hate, and even the desire to dispose of any and all viruses. Please state your business.
Stroy: INVADING LABS, DESTROYING, AND STEALING DATA ARE WHAT I WAS PROGRAMMED FOR. DIFFERENCES BETWEEN OTHER ROBOT DETECTED. NOW SCANNING ROBOT. ROBOT IDENTIFIED AS FEMALE. LOVE SENSORS ACTIVATE. REQUEST TO JOIN STROY AND KNONK HQ AND TO MANUFACTURE MINIATURE VERSIONS OF FUTURE GENERATIONS. WAITING FOR RESPONSE.
Textile: *crosses arms* Request denie
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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