| My latest, and few, Deviations, which bring me great shame and a sense of accomplishment |


Sing Me A SongSing me a song, I ask He says that songs are for the lively, You know I'm dead inside And I cannot hide from that look in his eyes His eyes are cold and piercing, like his heart I cry for him Ask why for him Why did he end up this way? And I ask him to his face, and he turns away Sing me a song, he asks and I comply, though I had thought he was too still Sing something slow, and I comply Still wondering why, how can he speak this way? He claims what isn't true, he claims his life is through Bring me through with you And we'll be born anew...Sing Me A Song
| My latest, and few, Deviations, which bring me great shame and a sense of accomplishment |
| My favourites, which in time shall be good and plentiful - I suggest you look here rather than my Gallery. |
| Weelll, I find myself thoroughly amusing and pretty, with just a pinch of self-loathing thrown in. ^-^ I enjoy many things, am a great reader, and do deserve such praise and such censure. And if you knew what I just semi-quoted there you are almost on the same level of geekiness as I. |
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Azula: Wait! What's that? I think it's your honor!
Zuko: Where!?!
"That's EXTRACURRICULARIFIC!"
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