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Opposites AttractFor as long as he could remember, Lamont Toucey had been raised by his parents by a very strict budget which included limited toys. In his humble ten year old opinion, it sucked, a lot. It really wasn't his fault though. He liked to blame his parents because if they had more money, he'd be able to get that G.I. Joe action figure that he'd been begging them for. Instead he was stuck with a few old hand-me-downs from his father and a baseball that he found one day at a park.
The baseball was autographed by Babe Ruth and while Lamont wasn't necessarily a huge fan of baseball, he knew that Babe Ruth was a really good baseball player. It really amazed Lamont that anybody could just leave an autographed baseball laying around in the park. When he initially found it, he tried selling it to the pawn shop down the road, but they wouldn't take it because it didn't appear to be 'legitimate'. At the time, Lamo
Hanna BarfightVeser - LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!
Ples - /eats bar nuts/
Hanna - WHEW! *steals bar nuts*
Veser - BWAHAHAHAHAA! /knocks the nuts out of Hanna's hand by dancing on the table/
Casimiro: Hehehee nuts
Hanna - Not my nuts!
Ples - Veser, I highly advise you come down before you slip
Veser - NEVAAA!
Ples - Because knowing you, you will. -.-
Casimiro - /pushes Veser/
Veser - HAHAHAHA---OOF! /falls/
Casimiro - AHAHAHA!
Ples - Agh! /catches Veser/
Veser - Ahahaha /hugs Ples/
Ples - Veser, are you alright?
Hanna - My nuts steals some more and noms*
Ples - O///O
Veser - /nosebleed/
Casimiro - Yumm
Veser - Eeheeheeeeee
Ples - What?
Casimiro - /licks up nosebleed blood/
Ples - /acts like there was never a nosebleed/
Veser - My bloooooooooood
Hanna - ..DELICIOUS????
Veser - Noo, myy bloo oo /falls asleep/
Ples - VESER! ?Dramatically jumps over the bar table/
Casimiro - Well, I AM a
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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