Soapp is afraid of everything: Nothing is worth the risk, nothing is worth the time.
Tangle is in love with everything: Nothing is dangerous, nothing is forbidden.
Turf is unhappy with everything: Nothing is innocent, nothing will escape.
Bezzle is humored by everything: Nothing is serious, nothing can matter.
Quite a crew, quite a clash, quite a future.
Tangle will fall, before Bezzle’s jading eyes:
Soapp will fall for Turf’s jade-green eyes:
Turf and Bezzle will break this world
Tangle will die the wise fool’s death
And we will watch them all drown in ash.
And Nothing could have saved them.
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I think one of my favorite things about your writing, in that strange, superfluous way, is how amazing your names always. This post is a prime example of that. Soapp--<3
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This is truly spectacular.
I know that it won't be because you've explained the nature of this blog to me but I do wish this was a whole story T-T
Jeez. I wish I had this kind of imagination. The rhythm of the last six sentences was incredible. I can still feel it pulsing through my brain. *sigh* Maybe if I eat your brain I can write stuff this good.
ReplyDeleteNOTHING IS A PERSON TOO, AREN'T THEY?!
ReplyDeleteHOW ASTUTE YOU ARE
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