So...is there such a thing as no colour? I don't mean white, here, or black(non-racist: devoid of colour or full of colour); no, I mean absolutely transparent or devoid of any colour whatsoever? I mean, this could drive a Matoran crazy!
Life! The Universe! Everything!
*hugs towel gleefully* Oh Zarquon, isn't life GREAT? =D
I've been listening to a few songs over the past two and a half hours that have put me in a good mood and I felt like BLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGING about it! I'm not even depressed or anything! It's awesome!
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No, huh? Wot's that? Life getting you down? All you want's an answer? An Ultimate Answer? To the Ultimate Question? Of Life? The Universe? EVERYTHING?
Easy!
Ahem.
Are you ready?
Are
I went for a fleeting glance today and what did I find? A little red box and on it, said hay. This red box was remarkable by every means and yet somehow unremarkable by my own and it had no seam upon it which I took to be odd at first but then gradually accepted, as though it were some collegiate fact to be memorised and taken down and ripped apart and flourished at the streets. Yet somehow...somehow...
Somehow the box was opened, merely by its thoughts, and when I saw it, I said hay.
When
This is Bravo Leader to Alpha Leader. Do you copy? I repeat, Bravo Leader to Alpha Leader, come in! We're being slaughtered out here, we need back-up NOW! City 17 is being destroyed. I repeat, City 17 is falling! Alpha Leader, please, kshhkshh in!
So I'm writing an Epic in its entirety. I've been writing since I woke up at around one in the afternoon and haven't stopped. Up to chapter three now. 4815 words. So. Much. Inspiration.
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...everywhere I go, there's a bolded, underlined something stalking me. It's at the bottom of each page under what users are reading that page. It's driving me nuts. What could it be?
-Bio5
Please, help me? I'm trapped in Disneyland....
First thing's first: I got Gorast today. She's much winfuller than I thought she'd be. She has lots of cool things and her wings, her wings are cleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear! =D Also, I modified her middle limbs to look somewhat like her bottom limbs, so she's currently sitting next to me, scheming with Takanewva, Krika, and Bitil, on her bottom four limbs. Second thing's in this spot: I has a pocktful of lint in my pocket. My pocket is full of lint. Lint is full of the world. Lint is full of li
I just heard the door unlock. Footsteps are behind me. Heavy, stomping. There's a voice now.
"Brynnef, we are here to apprehend you for the murder of Herk and Therk." it growls at me.
I turn slowly. "Herk and Therk? I've never even heard of them."
"Someone has given him an amnesia pill." the Makuta says into a comm attached to his head.
I hear a dull rumble of a voice from the other side. The Makuta moves towards me. I activate the Olmak contained within my Omnish, the Kanohi of Ever
Ahoy, an' welcome, me hearties and me wenches and all'a that sort.
It be a fine day fer bloodshed, don' ye agree? Aye, th' blood'll flow 'tween me fingers as I thrust me khopesh inta th' bellies of all them scurvy bilge rats tha' make up th' army'a Commodore Block.
Be ye afear'd? A/N
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Recently, I've been encountering a series of attacks by the most evil of all monsters. The one called Mr. Writer S. Block. Now, Mr. Block is the worst of all of the enemies of the people of Writerville. It is about yea high and feeds on the Writervillians' inspiration. Dual horns grow out of either temple of this horrid, deathly creature. It are hunched, with sharp teeth and claws made of steel.
As I said at the beginning of this article, I have recently been victim of several attacks perpetr
Yes, indeed. There are hair follicles strapped to my head. Several, in fact. Several curly ginger ones. Strapped, trapped, to my head. D=
They are all brush-ed back and purdy. =D
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They're f-following me. My phone's tapped, my hut's watched by odd creatures hidden in shadow. I hear bloodcurdling screams in the middle night, different voice every time. Crimson splatters on my windows as the screams rent the air, here one night, gone the next. I'm nearly too paranoid to type this entry today. There went my air filtration. C-ca-can't b-breathe.
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