CCHAZ!

Oh yeah. This is my rambling page, where I talk about anything.

Leaves fall to the ground like dying butterflies.

rafigirl123 (2:38:27 PM): HOLY CHRIST IT'S A WEIGHTED COMPANION LION GET IN THE CAR!
rafigirl123 (2:38:30 PM): OR PORTAL!
Chriso9300 (2:39:36 PM): *gets in car*
rafigirl123 (2:39:54 PM): NO NO STUPID YOU HAVE TO GET IN THE PORTAL. THEN IT WILL PORTAL YOU INTO THE CAR.
Chriso9300 (2:41:06 PM): *gets in portal*
rafigirl123 (2:41:00 PM): GOOD.
Chriso9300 (2:41:30 PM): NOW WHAT
rafigirl123 (2:41:32 PM): NOW YOU HAVE TO FIND THE SEVEN GEMS OF POWER
rafigirl123 (2:41:36 PM): AND PASS THE BOSS
Chriso9300 (2:41:50 PM): NO WAI
rafigirl123 (2:41:55 PM): YA WAI. DO YOU WANT A LOLCAT COMPANION?

He was a beautiful boy, not beautiful in a girlish way, but in the way boys can be. He had thick dark tousled hair, rosy cheeks, laughing flashing eyes. He wore his clothes, the servant garb of Path, badly. He was a master of disguise. Calm, emotional, passionate, anger. All were works of a minute for him, none were real. He was the worm in the apple, the beetle in the grain. He was smart and talented. Teachers remarked lovingly on how fast he answered questions, how well he worked, none suspecting the rotting soul in the dark crevices within.
Peter.

passing shower-
huddled under the picnic table
a pair of mynah birds

"So...why isn't Alice here today?"
"Because I killed him."
"...why?"
"Because. Because...his dog was pissing me off."
*Twenty minutes of explanation later*
"So I went to his house in the middle of the night. And he was feeding his dog. And I was like, 'what are you doing?' And he was like, 'feeding my dog.' "
"And then?"
"...and then I KILLED HIM."
~Art class is funny sometimes.

Help me help me
I'm freezing to death out here
without your arms guiding me
help me help me
it's just so cold out here
without your arms surrounding me

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"No way."
"Yes way."
"...what were we talking about, again?"
"To tell you the truth, I'm not completely sure. You just said, 'no way', and I responded to the affirmative."
"Really? ...for a second there, I though we were having a conversation...it would have been nice..."
"Nothing happens like that, my friend. Life doesn't work that way."
"Why not? It would be nice, right?"
"I suppose so. But the natural balance- it would be way off."
"..."

lily pads float
dull painted amphibians
practice evening music