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A burning brilliance
Full of it's own life
Ascending into bleak
Decending into vibrant
Exposing years of lost
In fading and dying will
In dull, and feel nothing
Pain filled eyes
Nothing definite,
Nothing real
An expiring illusion
Fading away
As blazing backgrounds consume
A bleak hope for my world
Nothing to live on
Nothing to live for
All brilliance burns so nothing
But still hiding the truth
Behind the defining shadow
My real amongst their not
My reality amid their illusion
And the distinct image
Of Nothing
Full of it's own life
Ascending into bleak
Decending into vibrant
Exposing years of lost
In fading and dying will
In dull, and feel nothing
Pain filled eyes
Nothing definite,
Nothing real
An expiring illusion
Fading away
As blazing backgrounds consume
A bleak hope for my world
Nothing to live on
Nothing to live for
All brilliance burns so nothing
But still hiding the truth
Behind the defining shadow
My real amongst their not
My reality amid their illusion
And the distinct image
Of Nothing
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TES: Indigo Children 103
Chapter 103: “Say Uncle” “You look like my momma,” Shade smiled at the voluptuous middle-aged mead wench as she placed a glass of apple juice on the table before him. Yavni nearly choked on his sip of wine. The woman, dressed in the standard corset and clinched bustier, glanced at him with a rather unamused expression. “What’s so funny?” “Oh,” Yavni gasped trying to retain his composure, “Nothing. The boy is just confused. His mother also works in a tavern.” The woman set a fresh bottle of wine down and removed an empty one while mumbling to herself before turning to leave. Yavni held his breath until she was beyond earshot and released a guffaw. Shade smiled awkwardly at his uncle’s amusement. “Kiddo,” Yavni began to open the new bottle, “You can’t just call any giant pair of tits ‘momma’. It may be cute now, but when you’re older, you’re gonna get your ass spanked.” He paused as he thought about his choice of words, “Hm… actually, maybe I should be
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Dragon Ball wedgie: Goku and Gohan (adult)
Gohan was in his room finishing his homework until out of nowhere Goku walks into his room unannounced. "Hey Gohan, do you want to go to training?" Goku said as he stood next to Gohan. "I don't know dad, I still need to finish some tasks" Gohan said with some doubt, since he wanted to go to training to forget about the tasks for a while "Come on Gohan, besides, I have a special training for both of you" Goku said, calling his son's attention, Gohan thought for a while until he agreed. "Maybe I can leave my homework for a while" Gohan said with a smile, he got up from his chair and left with his dad They left the house, with Gohan in green training clothes and Goku in his type of clothes, and began to fly towards a secluded place, they arrived at a mountainous área "We're here, now to prepare for training" said Goku as he stood behind his son "So, what can we do now?" Gohan said without looking at his dad "This" Goku said to put his hands inside Gohan's pants and grab his
Literature
The Fat and the Proud - Prologue
“How do you think Ezekiel is doing?” Jonah asked Michael as the two Seraphims waited for the Ophanims’ arrival in front of the Council Chambers. Michael looked at the much older, but still young-looking, Seraphim, sighing a bit. “Honestly… I have no idea, though I’m certain that he’s doing his best, like he’s always done!” he replied, trying to sound hopeful, though the slight furrowing of his brow gave away his true feelings on the matter. He was worried sick. Ever since Ezekiel had been sent to Earth, he hadn’t heard back from him, not a single message, not a single plea for advice… nothing… what in the world was he up to?! “I’m sure he’s doing okay, he’s a good angel… he surely has potential for Redemption!” Jonah tried reassuring him, smiling a bit. Michael briefly smiled back, but it faded away once he saw the Ophanims approach. The Ophanims were unlike any other Angel; some might have even doubted they were Angels at all. They were three times as tall as all the other Angels
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I hate it when you feel nothing. Nothing real
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depicting an emptiness so familiar to a lot of people is something that a lot of people can't do, let alone tell anyone that that's how they really feel. Pretty brave showing people this part of you. 