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If I could feel it any more vividly I would say the sensation is like feeling blood excrete from the vein And pour down the side, slowly trickling on the surfaceSickly convulsions in my stomach, handling heat stroke heaving Keeping my eyes weaving in and out, prevention of sleeping I remember being treated like I’d die from a rose thornI keep having heart-palpitations Like someone keeps changing radio stations I have static in my brain and a metronome to clack my teeth toReminiscing my hallucinogenic intelligence Fading with blood that falls from the very stem That it was once conceived and accepted… Out the body, down the sleeve, now reje...

Full Summary: The Dazzlings are now grown up and graduating high school. Once they're offered a chance to become famous thanks to a low profile band manager, they take it, however, its a world tour! The Dazzlings are going to sing around the world and share their passion of music with fans from across the globe. Will Adagio and the girls lead their band to recognition, or will the fame and fortune pollute their minds and come crashing down.Pairings: *Aria/Sonata* *Adagio/Sunset*               JK----->  *Flash/Twilight* <-----       Thank you for the support, I love the comments.  © Hasbro Aria and Adagio had fallen asleep around 12'o clo...

Smoke billows in tangled tendrils The slimline fumarole glows blood red Atop a terraced watchtower An angelic bowman stands his guard Nose briefly wrinkled in dislike As a quarreling clamor fills the air This fissure in the planet's core This new entrance to the Gates of Hell Filled the bowman with great unease This desolation feels familiar...Remains of a careless people Who had long ago fled from this world Leaving behind the laggard few The gaudiness of their existence Had assured this planet's slow death The Excavator had since arrived His job to complete The Cycle But those left had formed a Resistance Fueled by their misdirected rage...

I had spent the day, camera in hand, walking down the endless rows of custom cars. Though a lot of cars seemed alike, each was unique to the trained eye; restored in the reflection of their driver's personality. A follower of car shows, this one is particularly special to me. Walking down a row dedicated to the classic cars of the 80's, a small blue cap caught my eye. After I viewed my picture of the interior of the car's interior did I realize an unexpected guest in the driver's seat of the classic car, grasping the bottom of the steering wheel.Startled, my eyes darted back to the car. A small boy did indeed sit on the leather seats, comf...