The punk behind the prose II

RecipeRead it to me, give it to me, words I can take A recipe for happiness; peace and belong Mixing and blending, we stir and we bake Make it so you test it so you taste if it's wrongRecipe
Cultivate it, cure it, then water and grow Time can only tell us if we'll reap what we sow Or tell me that you're lying and I have the disease Acids without bases, I'm beginning to freeze
Rotten through the mind, we've only broken the core I'm shaking, yes I'm breaking, and I'm taking my leave Reassure me that I'm bleeding so I can land on the floor A nightmare I can't wake from, you just


GiveDo you give without asking in return Can you accept a role before it is learnedGive
How much is it worth to you To have something you can die for How much is it worth to them To give something you can die for
Does it hurt to be selfless Do you feel better when youre selfish Are you responsible if it isnt yours And do you need to verify that its not
Do you give, unsure of what youve got Or would you hand it over willingly Even if it was all for naught
How can you begin to give If youve always had a chance to


From Ice to Light: Ch. 1Chapter 1: Melting the FrostFrom Ice to Light: Ch. 1
It was uncomfortable. Vekkul shrugged his shoulders deliberately, working and feeling the weight of the chain mail. He wasnt used to feeling metal bear down on him and he felt as if some beast would make short work of him underneath it... an idea that, for this particular Sindorei, was not acceptable.
Slipping down to his rear, he hit the grass with the thumping sound of more metal. He wondered just how long it would take before he got used to the sensation. If someone had told him a few months ago that he would have been driven to the point of abandoning his arcane studies in
Devious Comments
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I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying,
Are the best I've ever had.
<3
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Memento vivere, memento mori.
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I find it kind of funny,
I find it kind of sad.
The dreams in which I'm dying,
Are the best I've ever had.
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"Ah! So we meet again! You continue to disappoint me with your persistent refusal to drop dead!!"
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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It's as bad as you think, and they ARE out to get you.
>_>
<humps your leg>
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~You can't spell 'slaughter' without 'laughter'~
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~Y'see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little... push~
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Memento vivere, memento mori.
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~You can't spell 'slaughter' without 'laughter'~
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~Y'see, madness, as you know, is like gravity. All it takes is a little... push~
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But honestly, it is very good! So you're welcome. =3
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I ran over a squirrel because I'm hot and I do what I want.
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Memento vivere, memento mori.
Keep up the awesome prose. <3
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I ran over a squirrel because I'm hot and I do what I want.
That's right. I said it. *grin*
Signed, with <3, Dal.
*hugs!*
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Memento vivere, memento mori.
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"I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it." -Voltaire
Thanks
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Memento vivere, memento mori.
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