Pooping Rainbows

Narrator: toi are entering the vicinity of an area adjacent to a location. The kind of place where there might be a monster, ou some kind of weird mirror. These are just examples; it could also be something much better. Prepare to enter: The Scary Door.

Last Man: [Walks into library]

Narrator: As per your request, please find enclosed the last man on Earth.

Last Man: Finally, solitude. I can read livres for all eternity! [drops his glasses] It's not fair, it's not fair! [calms down] Wait, my eyes aren't that bad; I can still read the large-print books. [reaches for a book, his eyes fall out] [hysterical]...

Snow
par animeanimal

Why do toi mock me,
With toi white pure intentions
That i could never hope to understand?
I lie to the skies,
While toi are born from that very same horizon.
I taint toi so; therefore, i hate the sight of you.
The snow brings only pain, misery, and sorrow
To those who lie to the sky.
You are cold and amer and so am i,
So why would people l’amour you, while turning me away?
This is why i hate the snow.

Just something I randomly wrote down yesterday and had NO idea why XD It just came to me REALLY fast so i jotted it down! Hope toi liked it ^^


l’amour and the dance called life...
par animeanimal...

The argument over what's considered to be real musique goes on and on (and on and on).

Jyoti Mishra

How many times have toi been in a pub/club/brothel and heard someone start up the same old speech, pointing at some trance act ou garage crew and going, "See that? That's not real music! They can't even play their instruments! toi just push a few buttons and it's all done for you." The best reply for this I've found is to simply agree. But occasionally I'll suggest if it really is that easy, why don't they go and have their own hit record? After all, they just need to buy the right bit of gear and...