

The Bro Code, Article 23As six levels of fatness of been chronicled- big,healthy,husky,fluffy,damn, and ah hell nah. There must also be three for the skinny 1)Bony 2)three-dimensional stick figure 3)Anarexorama.The Bro Code, Article 23


Who Cares?Who cares that our brothers are dying in some desert for people who see them as invaders? Who cares that millions die in our own country of starvation and disease when we spend billions on frivolous wars? Who cares that our elected officials take no concern for those who elected them in the first place? Who cares that thousands of children have neither parent? Who cares the Earth is warming? Who cares the world can only hold * billion people? Who cares AIDS has no cure? Or Cancer? Or that people only care for themselves? I DO!Who Cares?


Unspoken-introThe winds were completely still. There were no clouds in the sky, but an unknown darkmess could be felt withim the night, an even blacker blackness. A cloaked figure, with hood pulled, walked quickly up the hill, not taking any interest in the gathering of creatures, mainly wolves, at its base. At the pinacle of the hood there was a young woman whose hands in feet her bound with iron chains. She didn't bother to scream, for she already knew that she was the first pawn in a malicious scheme, a sacrifice to an unmentionable creature not of this plane of existence. When the hooded man reached the top of the hill, he stoppUnspoken-intro


The silenced heartWaiting for you, I sit here in pain Unknowingly, my emotions, you drain Again and again I try to explain Yet again and again I tend to refrainThe silenced heart
Giving you space that you say you need I sit here in silence as I continue to bleed Crying in the night, my heart pleads
"It's you I want! It's you I need!"
I know it's time I should say goodbye
But I'm locked on tight and I don't know why This feeling's so strong, for you I would die Even though you're the main reason I cry
I don't hate you, though they say I should I don't think I ever could! I
Hyuga Neji

Before Her DeathBefore Her Death, Angry Argument on PhoneBefore Her Death
I would walk along the beach a couple times a week, enjoying sunset near the golf course
where my body would later be found. I would lose myself in the gentle effort of thinking about Puff
mincing his steps across the windowsills at home and how I needed to get back
to tend the roses I planted in front of the place on Edgemar Avenue where I used to live. Sometimes
I would walk, not thinking at all about my collection of wedding dolls or the mystery novel Id recently
| By the time I finish, you won't remember who I am. |
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Never turn back and never give up, or death will surely prevail
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