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Subject:	fruits basket
Time:	7:03 pm.
Mood:	chipper.

Shigure: And? you cut your first day of class? let me guess you tried to fight Yuki-kun and lost...again.

Kyo: ...i want to leave this house.

Shigure: it's only yhe third day think of it as training.

Kyo: i only ever say... really mean things... to her

Shigure: her? you mean tohru-kun? heh. so you were in your usual good mood today? if your going to beat yourselt up afterward,perhaps you should consider not yelling at her in the fist place, hm? just a thought.

Kyo: i can't help it. i'm not made for interacting with other people.

Shigure: people arn't born social. sure it comes easier for some people... but most people like you, need to work at it. some more than others. you're just inexperienced. for example, as a martial artist you have the strength to break this table with your fist. but you also have the self control to stop your fist right before it hits the table. you weren't born with that control you had to redefine it. thats the result of fighting bears in the mountains.

Kyo: I DIDN'T FIGHT BEARS!!!!

Shigure: your missing my point. its the same as interacting with people. but training for that isn't in the mountains it has to be done in town where people live.mingling with people, hurting them, getting hurt by them. thats how you learn about others and about yourself. if you don't, you'll never be able to care about any one but yourself. you may be a black belt fighter, but your still a white belt in dealing with people. for the sake of the girl who will one day tell you she loves you...don't run away keep training

Kyo: as if someone would ever tell me that.

Shigure: and if someone did what would you do?

Kyo: i can't even imagine. i guess... i'd ask if she was brain dead.

The End.

i'm throwin' this in for the hell of it.

I didn't know running into the wall would hurt as much as it did. But here I am,
laying in a pile of my own blood, in a coma, hoping that my faithful penguin sends
for help. Last time this happened the penguin just called me a pussy, took my shoes,
and went to see "The Mask." To this day I still don't know if he liked it, and
whenever I ask him, he just calls me a slut and throws ice cubes at me.

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Subject:	jimmy
Time:	6:46 pm.
Mood:	awake.

okay so my life is gonnin' pretty damn good. i've got an incredible boy firend whom i truly love, good friends, smokes, and good food :). well i do need a few more smokes but i do have candy cigs so what ever. but any why i guess i should find a point to my post.... oh yeah jimmy! he's really a blessing for me i've never been this happy befor he's given me a reason to live and he taught me how to love. i've never felt like this. he my one true love and i will never let him go ;) so any one else truing to steal him can kiss my pooper!

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Subject:	an ode to fooly cooly
Time:	6:00 pm.
Mood:	bouncy.

Haruko:"AAARGH!I KILLED HIM!!

Mamimi:"He's still breathing. He'll be okay."

Haruko:"Let's just burry him and leave!"

...PING!!!!....

Mamimi:"Huh? whats that?"

Haruko:"Good girls wouldn't touch that"

Mamimi:"how come?"

Haruko:"Ah-- well-- he is a guy. It's not his fault."

Mamimi:"Oh. this is... that?"
"funny it looked different in sex-ed video we saw in fourth grade.

Haruko:"You got a video? All i got was a slide show."

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Subject:	just a random poem
Time:	3:07 pm.
Mood:	artistic.

With what was and what will be,

Time seems to have no end.

In fear or in anger

You do what you can now and again.

With what was and what will be,

A heart can easily be made to bend.

But with happiness and devastation

And a souls anticipation,

The angry can be persuaded

The spineless can be manipulated

The fearful can be all to sweetly taken.

With what was and what will be,

Many lives have been lost.

All in one mind, all in one cause.

To be here yet so lost is a very high price.

To be forever trapped in fear.

To be stuck in the gaze of a constant leer

With what was and what will be,

My eyes are slowly becoming blind

Unseen enemies are enveloping my mind.

In my spirit darkness pulls at my soul.

My ears are filled with piercing screams,

So loud I can hardly hear it now.

With what was and what will be,

I know it is true, one life and one heart,

But one mind split in two.

With what I had and what is in store for me

I know but one path I have carved for myself.

A little stone road that silently calls my name

In total darkness I will be forever dismayed,

With what was and what will be.

I know now the answer.

To live as I have died or die as I have lived.

Neither should be of any concern.

And thought out a single life

Few would ever have learned

To be what was and to become what will be.

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Subject:	ok... wrote this when i was pissed.... it's a bit scary...
Time:	10:58 am.
Mood:	angry.

Fire

The darkness fills my heart
Just as the anger fills my mind.
The anger feels like fire burning in the night.
It's too hot and big to control.
I live for the fight.
The adrenaline makes my heart race.
It’s a chance to show my true feelings.
I never let go.
Turning my back on the world,
Just as the world turned its back on me.
I shall continue to wait…
Wait for my day.
The day the anger takes complete control,
And the fires inside burn hotter and hotter.
Every time I taste the bitterness of every fight the fire grows
A little hotter dragging me deeper into the darkness,
And closer to the anger that is fighting its way out.
Anger is my life I live for it.
But someday I know it will be my end
And when it comes I shall embrace it.
But not now, I need the fire
For it sustains my life
It is my breath, my drink, my food,
It is the flame from which I live
I must feed the fires no matter the cost.
Or I shall cease to be for all of eternity.

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