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take this thing
cause your a cool cat
actually a hippo
can you dig that
all the kings horses
have hooves
what are they doing
trying to put a freaking egg
back together...

~Random Oddnes

Jeden Tag sind wir auseinander mein Herz schmerzt. Ihre Umarmung das Leben lebenswert macht. Ohne dich bin ich nichts, ich habe keinen Grund zu existieren. Ich schicke Ihnen mein Herz in einer Flasche, so dass Sie Zeuge es verdorren, wie das Leben ohne dich.

Du bist mein. Ich bin dein.
Ohne dich kann ich nicht mehr leben.
Ich liebe dich immer und ewig.

~ Melodie des Tod ~

You, Me, Locker Room

You have ten minutes, I'll be there in two

You really don't have to lure me with sweets,
Bacon, pie, candy or any other treats.
I would gladly come out to play,
With someone as nice as you any day!

- Rhyme Stoppers

It's warm outside today. A little too warm. Today is one of those days you KNOW it's summer. You sit at a table with a parasol attached to is and try to relax and cool down. The hot air and sun was a bother to deal with right now. You sighed as you try to keep cool, wishing you had something to make the heat more tolerable. &Man, It's hot today.& said a voice next to you. You look and see a robot with a large goldenrod V on his forehead sitting next to you. &I'm glad I'm not overheating yet, but I can only take so much. Still I have enough energy to do this a bit more. A Ice cream Sundae sat in front of him. He pushed it towards you. &You'll need this more than I will.& He looked at you and smirked. Shocked at the gesture you shook your head and stretched your hand out to give it back to him. &No Take it! Side's I got it for you.& You blush and twiddle your fingers as he gets up from his seat. &Stay cool, alright?& he said with a wink. &I'm sorry that was lame. See you around.& He said looking embarrassed before running off.

~Quickman

Cookies are nice
When you can partake of their delight
Being made of smoke sadly I can not
But I appreciate the thought
A moment I will stay there
Fingers ruffle through your hair
Time is up I mutter woefully
Goodbye from
-FadingAwaySlowly

A little pink puppy told me you might like getting a gift of your very own, so here it is!
*places a package at your feet then vanishes into thin air*

Cwookies?! *tries to get one but gets trapped in the net instead* Wahh!

~The Baby Anon

You'd been at rest for what seemed like ages now, trying your hardest to drop off of that edge and into the a world of dreams; a well deserved sleep. Unfortunately, it seems as though something is keeping you from this place. Something, or worse yet, someone. But just who or what, could be affecting you so strangely? And there goes your mind, gears cranking in thought, as you attempt to decipher the reasoning for the ugly insomnia that has befallen you. Though soon enough, you're counting sheep and finally feeling the weight of your body disappear, a soft smile on your face as gravity seems to become nonexistent and you're finally floating away into your dream land. All is quiet save for the now distant and calming sound of the crickets outside your window, left open in your haste for bed; the curtains flutter with the breeze and if you'd still be awake and thinking, you might have thought them to be rather chilling and ghostly. Luckily you are not and you are just barely in the beginnings of a sweet dream, one filled with a lucid sort of happiness--your favourite kind. Though, just then, a shadowy figure darts across your room, swiftly passing through the beam of pale moonlight that shines just over you. Of course, a sound is yet to be heard as the figure contemplates it's next move. It's stealthy and approaching your bedside with a lucrative sluggishness that is oddly unsettling, and even now, even as you sleep, you begin to feel it's presence. Your wonderful world becomes hazy, and the images cracked as the dream collapses; soon, you are left, eyes opening groggily and turning to your side to attempt another chance at sleep. The presence you'd felt, even in your dreams, couldn't have been anything more than your imagination, but you soon find that you are sadly mistaken.

A man is sitting there, or at least you assume it to be a man before you hurriedly jump out of bed with a horrified shriek. He donned a frightening mask, and nothing more than a worn yellow jacket and blue jeans, his cobalt hair messy and sticking out from all sides. He doesn't say a word, and instead simply stares; though he doesn't seem to want to harm you, his presence still makes you shudder. Absentmindedly, you wonder what the hell he could possibly doing in your room, but that's when you realise he's holding up what appears to be a piece of cheesecake on little porcelain plate. You blink in confusion, raising a brow as he slowly meanders over and gently pushes the plate against your chest. He still hasn't said anything, and he's still scaring the s**t out of you, but it appears he wants you to take the cheesecake. Tilting his head to the side, he prods you again--and again--and again, until you finally cave in and take the plate. That's when he turns and proceeds to make his leave, suffering from a bit of a coughing fit before slipping out the window from whence he came. You then run over, out of sheer curiosity, and gaze out the window after him, but there's nothing there but the woods beyond your house. You can only sigh heavily as you then make your way back to sit on your bed, still holding the plate of cake in your hands. There's no way you're going to be able to sleep tonight. Not after that. Though, thinking back now, you could have sworn that you'd seen a tall figure in a suit, watching you from the woods just then.

(x) regards

So much for my graceful entrance... May I join you?

A young woman walks up to you from seemingly nowhere. You're stunned as she turns her gaze towards you. A white medical mask covers her mouth. Her long, black hair falls behind her back as she fixes her gaze on you.

&Am I .. pretty?& She asks, her voice soft and beautiful. &Am I .. pretty?& Unsure of what's going on, you stutter a positive response. Her gaze seems to soften as she pulled back her mask, revealing her Glasgow Smile. &Am I still pretty?& She raises a pair of rusty shears. &Or am I allowed to cut?& Her voice deepened into a more harsh tone.

You can feel yourself speak without knowing - what is your response? She steps menacingly towards you, shears raised. &You .. & You brace yourself for an obviously painful death, and notice a small box at your feet. You crouch down, pick it up and examine it.

Shouldn't you be dead right now? Looking back up, the woman is gone. You look around, and she is nowhere to be seen. Looking back at the box, you see a note that reads: &Am I .. pretty?&

The Kuchisake-onna seems to have spared you - this time.