| A bunch of subtle (and not-so-subtle) inside jokes that you would have to know me to get. But you can read it anyway! |


RazzmatazziaO beauteous nation of unloved things, By our metaphoric bells prosperity rings, O bountiful land of small lizards and dust, You're the land that we fear and the land that we trustRazzmatazzia
Great things start out small, Like the acorn and oak, We fit this cliché, Of other nations we choke Their rights and their liberty, Then we brainwash them gray Creating armies of meat puppets To serve and obey
O beauteous nation of unloved things, By our metaphoric bells, dictatorship rings! O bountiful land where sun burns and winds gust, You're the land tha


A Fool's ConvictionI think I know what fool means now.A Fool's Conviction
It means that you are wrong and after a while you realize this, but your damn pride swells and you can't admit it. You leave the room, and the argument, with veiled threats. I stared blankly at you while you desperately wanted to see a twitch in my chin, an extra blink to betray my fear and my sadness. I opened my eyes wide to see if you could see your reflection. All you did was tell me I have a hazy smear in that eye.
It means that you don't realize what's obvious. A long time ago you closed your eyes and now they've soldered shut. We can't open them, not with words o


Fairy Tales"It's not that it isn't like that what do you mean? What do you want from me?"Fairy Tales
"I don't want you to take the easy way out!"
"The easy way!dammit, do I look like-"
She slams the door and walks away, her eyes stinging in the cold night air.
There is silence between them, but it is a loud silence, one that presses against them, accusing them. They're not comfortable; they abandoned comfort long ago, for reasons neither can really explain.
She speaks first. "What do you want from me?" she asks, exhaustion slithering into her voice an


The BestThey're only numbers.The Best
Don't kid yourself. Your eyes are closed when you look at me. All you see is a statistic. I bet my information is feeding straight into a line of surveys. Everything I am is assigned a level, and that level contributes to the scale, that level defines me and everyone who comes after.
At least you tried your hardest.
No, of course I didn't try my hardest. Not if you don't think I did. Not if you still believe that I'm not good enough to be what you wish I was. There is no "at least" in the world; it doesn't count for anything. You do something, or you don't. You are
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