and jumped onto a bus
With two of yesterdays travel cards
and two bottles of bud
And he said “you look well nice”

Well she was wearing a skirt
And he thought she looked nice
And yes, she didn’t really care about anything else
Cause she only wanted him
To think that she looked nice
And he did

But he was looking at her,
yeah all funny in the eye
She said
“come on boy tell me what you’re thinking
now don’t be shy.”
He said alright, “I’ll try

All the stars up in the sky
And the leaves in the trees
All the broken bits that make you jump up
And grassy bits in between
All the matter in the world is how much I like you.”

She said “what?”
He said “let me try and explain again

“Right, birds can fly so high
And they can shit on your head
And they can almost fly into your eye
And make you feel so scared.
But when you look at them
And you see that they’re beautiful
That’s how I feel about you

A life I keep missing
What I think should be

But it is not my will
Not my path

Standing staring
Eyes that see
What feels right

To have a second glance
To get a second chance

Show me if it is to be

Your past life diagnosis:
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I don’t know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern USA South-West around the year 1175. Your profession was that of a leader, major or captain.
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Your brief psychological profile in your past life:
Timid, constrained, quiet person. You had creative talents, which waited until this life to be liberated. Sometimes your environment considered you strange.
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The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:
Your main task is to make the world more beautiful. Physical and spiritual deserts are just waiting for your touch. Keep smiling!
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Do you remember now?

or you think you do
you just dont seem to see
ive been waiting all this time to be
something i can’t define.

then you turned around and tore my life in two
just like the picture that once
hung on the wall in the room that we used to share
so fold me up and put me back in
the place where you used to keep your heart

Setsuri wiped a bead of sweat of her brow after getting rid of the last virus she could find within the wired. Not that there weren’t any left but none significant enough to cause any permenant damage. How some morons were able to get ‘pluto’s kiss’ from the alternate reality mmorpg ‘the world’ she’d never know. The only thing she felt like doing now was returning to her rooms and plotting on how to cause misery and depression on others. Sadly we don’t always get what we want, today was the sorting ceremony and she was expected to attend.

Setsuri fazed into reality just above the head table ‘dammit’ was Set’s only thought as she fell face first into a giant bowl of chocolate pudding the headmistress Mary was about to devour. Setsuri grumbled about gravity imbalances and the all out unreliability of faze travelling. Next time she was taking the subway. Mary smiled kindly ‘ Are you alright Professor Solem?’ Sets just nodded, and attempted to regain her lost dignity by getting the sticky chocolate goo out of her shining green hair. Finally losing any hope at dignity Setsuri begun her customary student address not knowing nor caring to know if everyone was their or sorted just that she would finish it and get back to her beautiful rooms faaaaaaaar on the other side of the school.

” Dear Student’s, Welcome to another year at Sueworts. I can;t wait for you all to dry up and di… er destroy all your knowlede of the previous year because it just makes it that much more fun to teach you all the basics of sueism. Now schedules are being passed out, as you finish off being sorted so that we can start classes A.S.A.P.
I hope, everyone had a safe, horribly adventurous, and unbelievable summer /otherwise class will be very, unpleasent for your first day Muahahahahahahahahahahahafrufle!/ [foreshadowing?] Now, continue to eat and remember, paranoia is just another word for cautious!”

Smiling Sets slinked away from the head table towards the exit, mentally cheering as she came close to the doors, misfortune fell - and so did she.

” WHY IN THE WORLD IS THERE WATER ON THE FLOOR!!!!! I swear to kami that if I find the brat that was responsible for this I shal choke them with their own entrails and then resurrect their bloody corpse to do it again!”

Fate cringed and slid a little further off to the side to let Setsuri vent. Sets got onto her feet to scan the area and kill. Headmistress mary happily came over and asked Setsuri if she was alright and politely forced her back to the head table. Fate was ecstatics she would not have to be choked by her own entrails, man what a load off her shoulders!

Azen stalked into the great hall having heard their was a ‘minor’ mess in there . What the surly psychotic and highly sociopathic janitor found was a warzone. As Azen walked he heard some of the occasional mutterings about ‘ooh who’s she?’ ’she’s pretty kawaii ne?’ and ‘ Woah that chick is hot!’ This along with the mess sent the silverhaired ‘bishounen’ off the wall, he HATED to be called a girl. Turning towards the first person he saw he grinned evilly and decided to begin his ‘clean-up’.

Azen walked up to Fate. ” You did this didn’t you?’ he asked in a dark menacing tone. Fate stood proud, this was a janitor, not a professor. She could speak to this man in whatever way she felt. ‘ Even if I did it’s your job to clean it Miss Janitor!’ Azen was furious ” I’ll have you know I destroyed half a universe, how dare you call me a woman!!!!’ Fate grinned ” Half a Universe?!? Yeah right Probably wasn’t even half a galaxy, half a solar-system… half a planet!’ Azen was appalled ‘ Half a planet?!? Are you purposely insulting me?!?’ At this time fate was off in her own world rhyming off more and more inane half’s ‘ Half a sasquatch, half a turtle, HALF A POTATOE! I bet it wasn’t even Half an atom. Maybe I should have the other half of my dinner…” and with that fate went to her housetable and left the irate Azen to clean the water and all other messes in the great hall

First, a story of old. There are two old ladies, is a Chinese woman one day is pleased to announce to the public: “I finally had to save enough money to buy a house.” There is also a lady of the United States, one day I am also pleased to announce to the public: “I Finally pay off a home loan. “

The old story is almost known, the targets of criticism by China is the old woman, died too quick, too conservative and do not know how to consumer lending; praised by the old lady of the United States, know how to borrow money from banks, consumer ahead of time to enjoy life. This conclusion seems to be acceptable to everyone, but the United States at the outbreak of the credit crisis, repeat the story of two old ladies, may be able to get some new experience.

According to the Xinhua News Agency reported that Premier Wen’s visit to the United States in September in New York to meet celebrities in the U.S. economy the financial sector, in talking about the expansion of domestic demand, Wen said humorously: “The United States is the consumer to borrow money, China is not to save the consumer both There are problems. Savings up to China 45,000,000,000,000 yuan, which is 20,000,000,000,000 yuan savings, the equivalent of 3-year revenue. “Hearing this, the United States was all sigh: The United States is almost close to zero savings, I hope that the United States have the same China “Problem.”

This is two things, if you also hook Yongnian the introduction of memory this?

Staggering along the grown up, take the left point with the whole would like to read about violence, people had even been beaten. After last night, according to Wang Shuo’s novel of the same name the film adaptation of “Ting Mei looked” so that they have recalled that miserable childhood.

I do not want to complain - a “Xianglinsao” small man’s nagging will not recruit people to be see. Xianbai and is not to - I have miserable childhood, and what’s good Xianbai? Today, we have to pull the break with both hands is the subject of two things - a small red flower and red scarf.

And I almost believe that the great city grew up buddy, children must have impressed you? When we were still so young, I do not know what is the point of a small red flower. At that time there was a kindergarten in rural areas is quite satisfactory, we have the kindergarten teacher’s home village is the daughter of primary and secondary school graduates. Unfortunately, I have studied under her, because she let me know the children of senior cadres at home very bad. Now I really regret it a bit, so why should we regretted naughty, naughty I did not lose one’s temper and her little hands. At that time the teacher is really a living monster ah.

At that time teachers from special Teacher Gaotu out, with all its “force” to resolve. Where is there any incentives? Shanren own ideas, their own expert tactics. We are also pleased that there are things that work can be done so that teachers check, and then she will give you in this play several operations to sit in the right to an “A” or “100″. This is a bargaining chip in comparison parents, parents often can be heard in the debate: Who’s that old who is often too small at 100.

Red instead of the 100 small red flower, but also monotonous that the success of our malnutrition.

Young Pioneers come to talk about it! Primary school, if they can be a young pioneers, but to take graves of smoke thing. I had the pleasure of a Guangzongyaozu back, the teachers were selected as alternate members of the Young Pioneers. The alternate members of the Young Pioneers is not the only good red scarf. But this is good, do not have to be pioneers of the alternate every morning to the young pioneers of the so-called inverted chamber pot counselor. Counselor that a family of three a night full of filth in the bucket, and red scarf must be to remove from the inside. At that time our children are not so hypocritical, doing dirty work, nothing! Our young pioneers Who is it? At that time I had Yi Yin, with red scarf and so on must be properly preserved in the future it must come out to his son, but also told him that I think when you are young pioneers Lao Tzu.

The helplessly watch their primary school, I never qualified for our services counselor. As a result, red scarf in the minds of more and more bright, the reality of my farther and farther away from the red scarf.

In fact, we are going to turn around and think, this is still one of my regrets. But think again, this sacred corner of the expired and was inextricably linked to the chamber pot, which should not worth a red scarf.

And my age is almost a big buddy child, to tell me, then you red scarf with a taste of what is the child?

Ha ha, my childhood is sad, but the good news is I have a strong ability to self-comfort (Note: The short title is not available here), does not it does not, who E Busi