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KanadaI don't wanna live in Canada,
Canada, I hear it's cold.
Why are we going to Canada,
Canada, oh Canada?
When I'm cutting trees, I want two axes,
Even if I'll be lumberjacking alone,
Let's forget about control.
Maybe I can show you how to chop right.
We form a duo, each on our own side,
Monty Python is playing our song,
Music comes out of a British cloud,
And Duddly-Do-Right is dressed in a blouse???
I guess we have to live in Canada...
Now we're all done with that,
Come on and let's get a drink,
And if you don't really want a drink,
You don't know you have to drink!
We form a duo on two table sides,
You'll know soon our ale sucks,
To America goes the prime minister in clouds,
And Duddly-Do-Right is still in a blouse. Uh...
So here we are in Canada,
Canada is not so bad.
We're all living in Canada,
It's so great in Canada,
Leafy flags, horseshoe falls,
Catholicism is our favorite in Canada,
This is not an offensive song, right?
This is suppose to be a good
How two souls intertwine Pt 4 Slowly opening my eye's, I realized what had just happened. With the cold metal against my wrists and the dimming pain on my side it seems that Hayate has finally decided to visit. At the most ironic time no less... Examining the room it seemed that Hayate had made the house himself. Not too bad, given the time he had on hand. Then Hayate came through the doorway, dagger in hand.
He began to "interrogate" me as if I was simply a spineless traitor or something. From
his perspective that very well might be the case, but it still makes no sense as to why his
immature grudge could stain his mind for so long. He spouted little things like, "Kasumi, I
ask you these questions for a reason. Now answer me!" It was rather annoying, but
eventually he began to speak in a slightly more reasonable tone... thus, I listened in.
"Remember who has the dagger, and who's chained up. Not too many would be so generous to a cold hearted traitor like yourself. I do have a heart, but I
How two souls intertwine Pt 3 Yet another strange dream. Judging from my view it seems the camera-man of my mind is walking outside and suddenly that same grotesque man has just jumped into view. At least a thousand men ran towards him, but in vain... The man took his huge sword and swung it around cleaving one after another, the guard's heads it seems. What a cruel man... taking whatever weapon they may or may not have and just sticking them to the wall or a tree with it. And then it seemed like the man running towards my view. And then going to something else...
A trail of blood leading to a large white room. In the middle of the room was, a
beautiful woman and a vampire as it seemed. He took his arms and pushed her's to the side and then bit into her neck. I cannot tell whether in the situation she was experiencing pain, or pleasure. While blood began to flow to the ground she began to use what strength she had to caress her hands around his back.
Hmm, then one of her legs pop
How two souls intertwine Pt 2 Trying to hide a well placed blush... I asked him what his name was.
"Me? Hmmph, if you really want to know its Vladimir... And this, this is Valermos. The only way you get a last name in my family is by finding your true blade..." All the while he was talking he held up the exquisite sword.
"What's your name?"
"Kasumi... How beautiful, just like you." I smiled.
"Thank you for your kind words. By the way, this may seem like an odd question but, can I hold your sword?"
"Well... if you want to be burnt to a crisp then be my guest, but that would be a waste. You see, only the owner of the sword can hold it to prevent thievory if you will."
"I see, but can I... touch you? That did not come out right... I mean as in... your cheek perhaps..."
"Sure...?" I felt his cheek with my hand, it was as cold as ice - I gasped, and he then looked at me and smiled.
"Not what you expected, is it?" He grabbed my hand and pushed it to the side.
"Are you a vampire too?"
"Huh? No, not q
How two souls intertwine Pt 1 Having emerged victorious in the tournament, I continued to flee Hayate and his small army of assassins. I have tried again and again every time I see Hayate to stop, but to no avale. Over and over again constant and rather ferocious battles... Although I have a feeling that he does not wish to bring any actual harm to me, I cannot help but wonder if his ties to our ways are stronger. Eventually I was driven to the very edge of Japan, the area itself is extremly beautiful, almost untouched by man.
It's lush forests and strong flowing rivers and plentiful animal life is so... peaceful. It does have its share of rape from mankind as would any other part of the world. But it is less apparent. And no matter what the situation...It is almost eternally warm. The kindly warm that you feel when you wake up from a long and sweet slumber. I wish this feeling all around me could last forever... but I must always stay on my guard, for who knows when Hayate might find me aga
The story of the Xenshin12/27/2028 11:17 PM
Text on this extinct portion of the human race has been lost for a very very long time
and it has taken some... conversation with certain scholars to discover lost chapters on
them. After years of searching, I, Dr. Necaline, have just uncovered likely the most
important part of our history. The Xenshin people were sort of a global order or
civilization, blessed by God and cursed by the devil. Although it is unsure of when this
civilization first began, this book does date far back into time, in the B.C. portion of
history. So it is assured that this civilization was completely different and perhaps even
invisible to most of the growing world.
Order of the world was the main goal of the Xenshin. They were to oversee it and make sure everything that was ment to be was, well, ment to be. So this blessing of God mustof been great knowledge, the blue-print of the world. They used most of this to create
machinery, fine metals and invent
The girl on fire I had never quite understood the true nature of the opposite sex, especially when it came to a certain girl. Not as shallow as one may presume, and yet still with many lessons yet to be learned. I suppose that is where I come in, unexpected as it may be. For I had, at the time, not found any reason to talk to anyone at that particular place. That nearly wretched place. A school?
Perhaps. The teachers were fine and dandy, but that is never really my problem. It was always the students. My peers that were so ever irritating. But she, even though confused as I at one time or another, was more or less a sanctuary compared to sitting with those animals. Her name was Marlo.
Her hair was not so far from the delicate beauty of a raven's feathers, its own occasional bobs and swirls magnificent and strangely dramatic. Her skin oddly pale for a girl of that age. No time to be depressed and anti-social if you haven't had any problems yet in your life. At the pre
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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