Dave
Ying and Yang

CrossroadsCrossroadsCrossroads
My steps echo softly up from the dull grey pavement as it slowly slides away beneath my feet, the cracks and stains standing out as if an artist had painted them upon a canvas. A pebble flees away from the toe of my shoe and bounces along ahead of me to the gutter, a gutter filled with dirt, garbage, and the memories of a better time. The sky is bleak no sunshine, no bright rays of warmth to light the way. Strangers brushing against my hunched shoulders, shoulders curled in as if to protect my soul from the bitter world outside. How did it come to this, how did I end up in
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Wish I had fairy f@&kin god mother to make all my dreams come true
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Tudo tem um ou não. Ou não.
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Squirrel: OMG! Mr.Demos! She killed an emo!
Me: I killed an emo
Mr.Demos: ...That's...sad....but it's not...it's like..."Poetic Justice"
Me: "Noooo! The unknown force just paradox-kicked my brain!"
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Wish I had fairy f@&kin god mother to make all my dreams come true
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Squirrel: OMG! Mr.Demos! She killed an emo!
Me: I killed an emo
Mr.Demos: ...That's...sad....but it's not...it's like..."Poetic Justice"
Me: "Noooo! The unknown force just paradox-kicked my brain!"
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Host of PORTFOLIO and DS2. Autumn Country's liaison to the real world.
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