

Just Dance.Kyle Broflovski gazed over his boyfriend's shoulder, wondering what time the idiotic dance ended. They danced in sync, some crappy pop song blaring through the speakers. His eyes slid in out of focus, trying his best to stay conscious. Suddenly, a boy in black came into view, and Kyle blinked in confusion. He titled his head to the side, knowing the boy looked oddly familiar. Realization hit Kyle hard, causing him to gasp loudly. He took a step back, "Stan! Damien's here!" Stan frowned, wanting his boyfriend in his arms again, "Who?" "Damien! He was here in third grade, went back to hell, and then camJust Dance.


Bitter Sweet Karma.Pip stared at his food with disinterest, trying not to vomit into his glass full of water. "Phillip, don't bite your lip. It's bad for you." Pip quickly stopped, "I'm sorry Mother." "Phillip, eat your food. You have to eat, or you'll just be skin and bones. Then you'll never make the football team." Pip refrained from rolling his eyes, "Yes, Father. I just...My stomach is rather upset." "Well, go upstairs and take some medicine. Then go to bed." "Yes Mother." Pip placed his dishes in the sink, and made his way to his room, fighting the nauseous feeling. Finally, he reached his room, and fell ontBitter Sweet Karma.


Forgive Me."Let's go get breakfast." Pip looked up, surprised, "Damien?" "Yes, now let's go get breakfast." Pip frowned, "But I have school." "So? You can be late." Pip sighed, knowing the stubborn Anti-Christ wouldn't give up, "Fine." "Surprised to see me?" Damien asked as they walked to the nearest restaurant. "Well, yes and no. No because I'm use to your random appearances, and yes because you've never come this early." Damien shrugged and entwined his fingers with Pip's, "I wanted to have breakfast with you." "That's nice of you," Pip said, as they entered the small diner and took a seat in a booForgive Me.


My Paper Heart.Pip watched his legs swing back and forth, waiting for the bus to come and take him home. He sat on the bench with a few of the other kids from school that chose the city bus over the school bus. "So, was the answer to number twelve 47?" Stan asked from beside Pip. Kyle furrowed his brow, "Mm, no. I'm positive the answer was 10246. How did you get 47, dude?" Stan's head dropped, "I have no idea." "Awe, it's okay, man. If you fail the test, I'll help you study for the retest." Stan grinned, and hugged his best friend, "Thanks, dude." Pip watched their conversation, fighting the envy that was growing in his cMy Paper Heart.
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Kanoichi Kitten Katoshi: that shit makes me, bad shit crazy!...I got no class, no taste..no shirt and shitfaced
i like pie ^^
OMG bran look theres a message in my alphabits! it spells oooooooooooooooooooooo'
Peter those are cherios....-_-
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Down the rabbit hole...
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Kanoichi Kitten Katoshi: that shit makes me, bad shit crazy!...I got no class, no taste..no shirt and shitfaced
i like pie ^^
OMG bran look theres a message in my alphabits! it spells oooooooooooooooooooooo'
Peter those are cherios....-_-
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How can you remain,
Staring at the rain,
Maddened by the stars?
How is it you sing
Anything?
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Green finch and linnet bird,
Nightingale, blackbird,
Teach me how to sing.
If I cannot fly,
Let me sing.
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Szophia Leigh©
It's very good. ^_^
Thanks again (:
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Szophia Leigh©
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