i'm not going to bed until i see the new video instead of waiting until after i get off work tomorrow. so i guess im gonna be doing chemistry notes until that video goes on the air. all nighter! if only mi amor was online so i could talk to him at the same time. but he succumed and went to bed.
10 years agoBananaslug
We, the students of the school, are being ignored here at RoosterTeeth in one particular area, the comments section.
The producers will post a comic or video and we the students, who don't have access to this website at our school, must come to comment after the adults.....I now see the biggest fault of the schools nowadays, no form of entertainment whether it be witty conversations, or a webshow/site. It's hell I tell you! Hell! How am I ever going to let people know my views and takes on the main page if no one will go past the first few pages of comments!? Hell!!!!
My totally boring and out of nowhere rant is now over. Thank you for flying Crazy Airlines. Have a nice day.
11 years agoBananaslug
i almost forgot about this...its like fifty lines long. i like couldnt get to sleep or something so i just started writing, turned out to get me an a in english, gonna post it but its gonna be really long to warn you. im gonna put two lines together in one so its only gonna be 25 long if anyone counts
Could all of this be real? What is it that I feel?
This is just a dream...Where terrible things cut in between,
lovely sections of my life, with fierce intensity it is a knife,
poised to slit the unforgivable throat, of the killer himself who's last words were wrote,
with the pen from his dead wife's hand, to tell the cops it all was planned.
this tells all my life is about, filling all my thoughts with doubt,
telling me to run away, 'find the right path and do not stray.'
I run, run towards the voice, if i find it i will rejoice,
that voice is yours showing me the way, leading me like the shepard who will kneel and pray.
I am now scared of this dream, I feel as if someone's watching our daring team,
jostling about through the night, trying to find some form of light,
that person chuckles and mocks, as time slowly ticks on the clock.
I acknowledge that laugh, for it cleanses like a scorching bath.
It pulls me further into its heat, shoving it away i try to beat,
its loving embrace off my skin, but my attempts are spread too thin.
The blackness takes first my calves then thighs, i turn to look into your eyes.
you've left me to fend for myself, thinking i'm an old toy on the shelf,
i can be forgotten and let go, after awhile i was all for show.
i scream and try to pull away, i feel it loosen and start to sway.
tendrils of darkness wrap around my chest, and slowly squeeze out all my breathe.
i try to wake up but nothing will work, with my last breathe i give a jerk.
it tightens and is around my shoulder, so close i can smell it smolder.
my mind starts to detatch from my body, at once i feel my head start nodding.
with you gone i'm about to give in, the blackness knows, i feel its grin.
before i let go i say one last thing, 'if i let go will i dream?'
I HAVE BLISTERS ON THESE FINGERS!! (stewie griffen)
you have no idea how long it took to type all that. it probably took me less time to come up with it that to write it all.
2019 years agoBananaslug
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