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Yes!!!! No!!!! I don't know...
Why???? Nonsense, nonsense, nonsense, nonsense!
I wish I could rise up the sarcasm's throne with a laugh of superiority against YOU ALL!
I'M AN ALTRUIST AND I LIKE TO HATE HUMANITY BECAUSE OF MY ALTRUISM AND I LOVE YOU ALL BECAUSE I HATE YOU ALL and I do not make sense BUT WHO DOES MAKE SENSE?! At least I show you my nonsense, I scream my nonsense!!!
I have courage enough to be insane, to be mad, to be good, to be bad, to be ALL YOU WANT! To be MYSELF!... At the same time I make sense, NONSENSE THOUGHTS ARE THE ONES WHO HAVE MORE SENSE.
I love myself, I hate myself, I hate my boyfriend, my girlfriend, my friends... BUT I LOVE THEM! I love when you hurt me, I love when you call me names, when you say I'M NOTHING!!!!
I love to be nothing comparing to you, I love when I feel I'm NOTHING beside you BUT... I hate it... I fuckin' hate it, I fuckin' hate you, I fuckin' hate humanity, I fuckin' hate the world, life, nature...NO I DON'T! I REALLY REALLY DON
Efemeridade IIÁ janela do meu quarto andar
Vi na rua um idoso passar.
A vida é efémera
E o sonho é fugaz
Como a vida é efémera.
Desviei o olhar por um segundo,
Logo a seguir voltei a olhar.
O idoso já não lá estava.
Descontente deste meu observar
Vejo pela janela a vida passar.
Súbita uma nostalgia!
Sinto falta do calor
Que o amor me oferecia.
Sinto falta de todas as risadas,
Amizades com a vida levadas.
Sinto falta da infância,
Idade em que sonhava com abundância.
Sinto falta do colo,
Colo de mãe!
Aquela cuja dor que eu sinto
Ela sente também.
Nisto surge uma epifania.
Oh! Que triste alegria!
Onde tudo é efemeridade...
Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon IIIAll of you stay seated, it's just a cartoon.
Why don't you trust me? Life's a game!
Stop being so scared, I'm not a loon.
I'm good at life, nobody can kill me,
And I know what can kill you, you'll see soon.
Yes that's right, you wimps think you're safe?
Die and come back? Not anymore, nor any time soon.
Death by roulette, I call it Nightmare Wheel!
Pulls you into spikes, killing you for pleasure of a toon.
Step right up, die now and you'll come back to die once more.
Or accept the truth, sit back and see the balloon.
You'll be corrupted when it hits, lost to wander if you survive.
The lucky ones see what comes after death this afternoon.
First to die for real, what an honor it must be to be you.
If Gatonom's words hold true, we'll see very soon.
Ah yes... Barbed wire, amputation, and castration,
Acid, electrocution, and crucifixion. This ends at noon.
The fear runs high, feel her energy... Final Destiny!
It takes a sacrifice of five lives, so what? It's noon...
a nuclear explosion, kil
Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon IIWelcome to the Circus of Nightmare,
I'll cut people in half, but I don't do illusions.
Magic is not tricking the eye, it's a tool.
All eyes are on me, that just doubles the fun.
Just think what it was like for me in the Shadow Realm.
I was locked away in isolation,
Nobody offered to perform for me!
Now I am free, now let the show begin!
No volunteers? I guess everyone wants death slow.
Or maybe not, some of you do use the option.
I'm not killing you alone, Blue-Eyes are a trio.
Meet my brother and my sister as they join the fun.
Let's lighten the room, light is good right?
Triple White Lightning! And then once again!
Six lightning strikes end half a million lives!
The show is just starting, you can't ever win.
Our lifespan is eternal, nothing you have can hurt us.
It is time to die, time to pay for not giving in.
You will die for our pleasure, your advantage is now ours.
I can kill forever, I am Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon!
Blue-Eyes Toon DragonCall me a psycho, or a maybe just a loon.
All I want to do is have fun, why take my fun?
Like separating a kid and his balloon?
You can't have fun alone in the dark.
I need fun. I need help. I'll get it soon.
I just want to play, is that so wrong?
I can't play if it's not their tune.
You call it land of the free? Let me see.
As I leave this prison, I look at the moon.
Always follow your heart, mine says blood.
I am free now, I am the first free toon.
Massacre is an understatement,
When do I go too far? When is too soon?
Death is funny, comic murder is new to you.
Isn't it ironic to bet against a toon?
Cheaters bet their lives on crooked dealing,
Giving you what you deserve makes my heart balloon.
But who cares about a few humans? I care about me.
My pleasure, my fun. My biggest show starts at noon.
Back from retirement, I am Blue-Eyes Toon Dragon.
Samiec w grzeOch ... faceci w wielkim WoWie,
zapatrzeni w swoją drogę...
Racja tylko po ich stronie,
tu dziewczyna nic nie powie.
Ona się w ogóle nie liczy,
niech tam w kącie sobie ryczy.
My tu WoWa obczajamy ,
jak i co zwyciężać mamy.
Slot dla pani ? hm ... niemożliwy,
chyba , że jakiś na niby.
Uprawnienia pani zechce?!
eh...pomarzyć można jeszcze...
Panie ?... raczej dla ozdoby,
no - na vencie głosik nowy,
lepiej żeby był piszczący,
taki seksy, wręcz jęczący...
Wtedy panom będzie miło,
bo im ego podskoczyło.
Panie niech nie narzekają,
w WoWa lepiej niech nie grają,
bo to męska jest domena,
żadnych pań nam tu nie trzeba.
Dziewczyny są upierdliwe,
a czasami niemożliwe.
Coś nie tak?...
zaraz focha nam strzelają.
Jak dogadać tu się z taką,
niby w raidzie, ale z łachą.
Ma pretensji wcią
Legacy of Yata-GarasuIt lays dead in hellfire,
Defeated and alone, lays the crow.
All it needed was itself and the dark.
The Cursed Light ended the show.
What comes next, for this bird?
This crow has taken the final blow,
It's body suffers the fate it threatened.
Without a soul, the body is hollow.
No protection now for the violet bird.
Abandoned even by the shadow.
Did you think it would be that easy?
Great power comes from Shadow.
Rebirth is offered to the crow.
Orb restored, Darkness returns.
The cost of giving life brings sorrow.
The bird revived, power enhanced.
Ruled by darkness, an evil glow.
Life at a cost that will not last.
Soon it will be shattered by shadow.
Fear the Legacy of Yata-Garasu.
CaminhoNão vou por aí
Por aí o caminho é fácil
Não tem espinhos
Não tem monstros
Não tem grutas e cavernas
Não me digas para ir por aí
Já disse que não vou.
Não gosto de campos descobertos
Verdes felizes claros
Quero enfrentar o desconhecido
Atravessar campos de espinhos
Voltar a erguer-me.
Quero lutar contra monstros
Ganhar ou perder
A vida é assim.
Não vou por aí
Não insistas, não vou.
Não gosto do fácil
Anseio o difícil.
Vida que é vida
Vai por aí.
Eu não vou
Encontramo-nos no fim.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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