In Thought
Hopeless and lost, not much can break this bad habit i have developed. i suffer and in time i give up. nothing exists that will break it unless a miracle is bestowed upon me.
one nation (poem)
--------------------------------------------------- please, no comments like "omg you hate america you nazi" ive seen people do that so many times. and for the record i do not hate america, i love this country, but our society has some rather disturbing habits
Meat
._ bad habits, worse reflection. a handsome face buried in neglect. "i want to be a girl." "no, i want to be a fox." bottom rung. losing matches--confronted and dismissed, a loser. what rage!
Guidance's Of Life
By the way, speaking about town, being that's morning already; its habitant's are setting into following their daily and occupying lives.
A poem I wrote some time ago.
Perfect man you always seek, the one you think is he he's not perfect, it's tough but true, i know it for a fact pleas allow me to explain before you choose to act i know so many of his secrets, like his identity his lifestyle, favorites, habits
Lesson Plan Chapter 9
"oh just til tomorrow after my meeting, but i'll be back around, i have a habit of popping out". clason is getting hot and sweating a little, i'm damn sure she is toying with him.
Fur Becomes Us - Chapter 1
Don't need you falling asleep at the helm and missing a habitable planet." julie giggled and kissed his cheek before walking out the door.
Sticking it in the Ass.
Anna had a habit, with the information regarding it being passed along to me by the staff. she was missing a patch of her hair on her rump.
The Nightmare that Isn't
With that whispered in a vow, she closes her eyes, again out of habit and attempts to sleep.
The Ending, The Beginning
It had become as much as a habit as biting his claws. at this thought, he glanced down to see his ring finger at his teeth. he lowered it with a sigh.
Chapter Six - The Best We Have
The docking station in orbit around the planet was officially called myneer docking/habitation m/ct 017, but was generally better known as newstar because of its ability to be seen at night from the surface of any habitable planet it visited.
Deeper within
The only reason that came to mind was that whatever he was sent to eliminate was behind the sudden habitability of his surroundings, a petty attempt to seek refuge deep inside the carcass of a dead body.