

Musings of a BoyI can't be happy without being in pain. So many opportunities, so many advantages, so many things I don't deserve... Wasted. All around me I see friends who could make so much more out of what I have. I love these people.Musings of a Boy
I want them to be happy more than I want myself to. They have lost so many things that I find I have. And I would give it all away just to see them make better use. I was once prideful because of it. Now I'm ashamed. I'm almost taking for granted what others have sacrificed piteously for. I want people to find Shadow and Tolkien. I want them both to be


Prophecy IIIAs with Pavlovs dogs, the student body of Chaca High School responds strongly to the sound of the lunch bell. Seconds after the piercing ring, students begin an unrelenting flood into the food courts. Outside, wire-mesh tables sit beneath a ramada-like outcropping that extends from the cafeteria wall. Concrete columns support this veil halfway around the building. Inside, benches, tables and walls are like marble in their void of color and their concentration of empty space. Several doors connect the outside and the inside, but too few to comfortably accommodate the unrelenting wave of students. They are ravenous, unfulfilled by even thProphecy III


Prophecy IIMiles entered his Science class, followed closely by Nick. The classrooms seating arrangement was unique at best; small tables, each accommodating three or four people, were scattered around the room, rotated at angles such that all occupants could face the front. Miles reached his usual seat, and found with little surprise that his chair wasnt anywhere to be found. This was rather common, and thus Miles had grown accustomed to this event. He would generally wait until the entire class had arrived, and move an unattended seat to his table. He did so today and easily found a vacant chair. The fact thatProphecy II


The Prophecy IA cosmic mess of stars sprawled across the sky, lighting every corner, yet expanding the darkness in between. The night was dismal, partially owing to the absence of the moons radiant self, but due also to the lifeless tranquility that pervaded through the mind, house, and roads surrounding a scrawny boy of sixteen years. Nicholai Stanths bored eyes traced the sky again, searching for any sign of life. The only one he could find was not in the sky at all, but now rested on his arm, sleeping. A bearded dragon sprawled its foot-long body over his arm and onto the table he sat at in his bedroom, its chest slowly expandingThe Prophecy I


Think Outside UniqueWell, here I go now Im coming clean. Heres exactly what I think about, You and Me. Its far from what I want, but its just what I need -Think Outside Unique
Im going to crush the stupid box and think outside unique!
So, why dont you ditch the logical and come along with me? Lets forget reality and think outside unique!
Ever been told how much you mean to me? Dont listen open your eyes and somed
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Making a Polar Star and a Fireball into a snake is actually easier than it sounds. There's a nice creature in the labyrinth who's doing it for free! I warn you though--this offer's not going to last!
--Cave Story, Created by Studio Pixel
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Making a Polar Star and a Fireball into a snake is actually easier than it sounds. There's a nice creature in the labyrinth who's doing it for free! I warn you though--this offer's not going to last!
--Cave Story, Created by Studio Pixel
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Muffins are just ugly cupcakes (but we love 'em anyway!)
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Making a Polar Star and a Fireball into a snake is actually easier than it sounds. There's a nice creature in the labyrinth who's doing it for free! I warn you though--this offer's not going to last!
--Cave Story, Created by Studio Pixel
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Muffins are just ugly cupcakes (but we love 'em anyway!)
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"There is a dart trap here. You see here 2 darts. A little dart shoots out at you! The dart hits! The dart was poisoned! The poision was deadly! You die...."
--NetHack, telling me in a roundabout way, that, yes, you DIE.
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Muffins are just ugly cupcakes (but we love 'em anyway!)
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"There is a dart trap here. You see here 2 darts. A little dart shoots out at you! The dart hits! The dart was poisoned! The poision was deadly! You die...."
--NetHack, telling me in a roundabout way, that, yes, you DIE.
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