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Otter War SongOver there I behold,Otter War Song by JeffreyRebowlski
The salty spirits glow,
A feeling stirs me so.
The Anchovy will not forsake me!
Upon its shine I know, I feel a'need to
show. The enemy will not overtake me!
To you mortals down below,
Though sharp yer blades in tow,
Come here now, and face me!
I swear y'all will go, to the sacred oven'Mo.
Though you'll die, you'll emerge
a pie. Herby, pure and tasty.
The trumpets sound their blow,
I will kill each cowered slow,
T'll the Anchovy comes to embrace me!
Benefits Pt. 2 [Liar Liar]IllusiveBenefits Pt. 2 [Liar Liar] by TigerSlinx
like the next moment isn't chock-full to the brim with all the delights of
a fight you can't fight
Vision painted white and I could kill you where you stand
with just one hand
And you think maybe I should
Don't remember what the walls looked like when I was finished
Practice having better memories
Leave the rest to me
I can carry the weight of that guilt on my shoulders
I can separate his head from his shoulders
Just say the word
I am not a violent man
But violet is such a pretty colour and I am vicious
like your eyes
They keep saying
I'm delusional but how could I have dreamt up someone
with blood as warm as yours?
When every fear I've ever had has so far been unfounded
The only ones that have found any ground in me
EPILOGUE, THE UNRELIABLE NARRATOR (1/2) UPDATED!!!A short purple creature covered in fuzz trailed near the gangster, tangled up in a pair of shoulder straps where it dragged alongEPILOGUE, THE UNRELIABLE NARRATOR (1/2) UPDATED!!! by JeffreyRebowlski
equipment just as though it were a golf caddy, distributing the volley guns to his a small band of rebels. Each of them pumped their
spearguns into the barricade that resided near the center of the court, now partly demolished by the latest explosion. Rex wanted them
but struggled to get up.
(TOOOH-TUH-TOOOT) Earp sounded the bugle, cheeks the size of two ripe tomatoes.
Gianni pushed the instrument out of his mouth and told the little frog hold the line,
“Anymore fom dat trumpet n’I’ll box yer ears,” adding before he ran out of the fray. In a moment Rex found himself leaning on shoulder
of his arch rival “C’m on champ, yer miss’n all d’best action,” while trying to recharge his gun battery The corners of his vision began to
grow foggy, his eyes swelled with tears at the smoke “Hoh on a sec, d
Benefits Pt. 1 [Suede]We are doomed to repeat our mistakesBenefits Pt. 1 [Suede] by TigerSlinx
Forever and ever again
The blood on our hands bathing us with regret
Washing out all the things that we'd rather forget
So what if
Everything I used to know?
I showed them
there are softer things to wear than velvet
there are softer skins to wear than suede
I've made a sweater with all your hair
I swear, it's all the rage
It only takes a new name
To find me my new thrills
Just a kill to pave a path to
I don't believe is only evident in skin
I keep digging deeper and deeper down
to the sound of your heartbeat
to spread the ruby red around
No one ever told me how delightful it would be
Should probably keep this to ourselves
A new place, a new name
More or less it's the same
And tomorrow, rain
Washing blood away
I will forget
All that I have buried
All the bodies in the earth
Sometimes I Lose ThingsSometimes I lose things.Sometimes I Lose Things by tribble-of-doom
Sometimes it's little things.
Things like my ipod or my keys.
Bobby pins and chapsticks often evanesce without warning or cause.
Sometimes I lose bigger things.
Things like my favorite sweater or my school bag.
Things like the reason I came into a room,
Or the memories of what I had for breakfast that morning.
Sometimes I lose my train of thought, or the point I was trying to make or an idea.
Sometimes I lose arguments.
Sometimes I lose friends.
I like to think all the things I lose go to the same place.
A plain white place full of hair ties and dollar store bracelets,
And I like to think they all wait there, patiently.
Wait there to be found.
One day I lost my passion.
It floated away like a helium balloon drifting toward the sun.
But I couldn't let it go.
I chased it into the sky,
Past the moon and the stars and the milky-way,
I followed it into the white place,
I faced a sea of bobby pins and hair ties and chap-sticks.
I faced all those lost arguments and id
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