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Christmas Carol by a bunch of nuttersEmu CarolDashing through the snowOn a super-flightless birdthe naughty emu's goIt's quite a sight absurd!I made a drunk faux pasand made a little messbut hear Blinky's squawwe'll stop all the distressLaser Beams, Laser BeamsBlinky's on his wayWatch the naughty emu's goWe're here to save the dayLaser Beams, Laser BeamsBlinky's on his wayWatch the naughty emu's goWe're here to save the dayA night ago I doThis story I must tellI went up to the zooSearching for a mademoiselleBut instead I did do findA lonely young EmuWith Christmas spirits deep insideI took him home, and named him Blinky too!Laser Beams, Laser BeamsBlinky's on his wayWatch the naughty emu's goWe're here to save the dayLaser Beams, Laser BeamsBlinky's on his wayWatch the naughty emu's goWe're here to save the dayNext morning it did seemJohn and Rhys were not best pleasedBut Blinky must stay I deemedI got down on my kneesWhilst Blinky did exploreI've been made a suckerWhilst Blin
Christmas Collaboration with Creatively EccentricsThe Christmas Hangover (Or the night of the super-emu)Disclaimer: The following is a collaboration between three creatively eccentric minds, well one is creatively eccentric and the other two are humorous and well mannered/charming psychopaths. So there will be bad language, fair degree of violence and more mad humour than some may be used to, you have been warned.Rhys Horton was a humble sort of fellow, he had gone through an interesting evolution socially whilst physically he always seemed to remain the same, a tall skinny oddball. In his child hood he was quite loud and eccentric, this mellowed during adolescence where he become more quiet and with fluctuating confidence and now he was a young adult, and to accurately describe him now was creatively eccentric. This was an attitude he deemed absolutely necessary given his current living company, a charming and eerily polite man who seemed to have the potential to rule the world and another who could chat up a woman successfu
In PainIt was my fault, not supposed to be this wayAmazing how much damage can be doneIn so little time, years ruined in a dayIt all ended when I finally thought I wonBut then it's always the same, all my faultAnd it hurts...believe me hurtsI try to smile but I just want to weep(I'm in pain)I'm hurting bad, losing sleep(I'm in pain)I'm all alone again and it hurtsIt hurtsNot as bad as that, there is still hopeI tell the man in the mirror, he frownsHe sees through me, you utter dopeIt was you and her, and you let us downThe critic is gone, it's me telling myself offAnd it hurts...believe me it hurtsI try to smile but I just want to weep(I'm in pain)I'm hurting bad, losing sleep(I'm in pain)I'm all alone again and it hurtsIt hurtsDon't blame her, I don't...I never wouldPoint the finger at me, accusations a rifeI don't need pity, forgive myself; I never couldI blew the best thing that happened in my lifeAnd it hurts...believe me it hurtsI try to smile but I just want
DC Comic Project: Scene Snippet #3Interdepartmental crime-fightingThis is told from the POV of PsychicDISCLAIMER: These events will probably make it to the chapters sopossible spoilers and all that My name is Psychic, this was not the name I was born with but it wasgiven to me by someone very important and I have lived with it foralmost seven hundred years. The human beings have a very convolutedperception of what a Psychic actually is, often picturing a woman ofexotic orientation and wearing a turban or some such article of headgear...this is grossly misconstrued.To an extent every living thing in the universe has some extent ofextrasensory quality, however in most of the species I have encounteredthat quality is dormant and there is no exception in the majority of thehuman race. To be Psychic is interestingly not to be able to see morethan the average being, but in fact to feel more.My people were the amongst the first to come to life since the point ofgenesis, and they were exposed to a