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Hello
Hello, I say. Can you hear me?
I wish to talk to you, but you never seem to hear me.
Can you even see me? I'm standing right here, growing further and further away.
Why do you keep on pushing me back? Hello? Answer me, please. I cannot bear this churning feeling wrenching my heart apart, tears itching at my eyes but don't fall; my throat closing up, a wish to scream on the tip of my lips.
Hello? I call, uncertain and afraid. Is anybody home?
Nothing. An abandoned house with a doll trotting about. I'm that doll, aren't I? A dancing doll. That's what you want, isn't it? For me to follow your whims and advises; to be a good girl.
My fe
Lesbian
God loved the two girls at the end of my street.
Everywhere they went, they went together,
hand-in-hand so they didn't get lost,
laughing at everything and nothing
all at once.
He was so proud of them.
They never stole, they never swore,
they brushed their teeth twice a day
and always said their prayers.
It was a gift, said the townspeople,
that two girls as perfect as they were
were born in the same place.
an even greater gift, said they,
that those two were the best of friends.
Long nights spent giggling in rooms with closed doors
was a good thing, back then.
One day,
halfway between their houses
and in the middle of th
i wanted you but memory will do
i wore a locket around my neck
full of stardust that fell on the nights we stayed
away from the bonfire
because you understood that i can't breathe well in crowds
without me having to say a word.
i took your hand as we walked through the woods because
i was scared of
crossing strangers on narrow paths and
i would let go again when we passed them by but
your fingers lingered and i still wonder if maybe
you had hoped that mine would too.
i can't run like you do but
i do it anyway,
at this point i'm a runaway
(get it, i run away from everything that scares me)
here one day, gone the next,
with no trace that i ever existed except for a whiff of
Funny Poem
Roses are red
violets are blue
sugar is sweet
and so are you
but the roses
are wilting
the violets
are dead
the sugar bowls
empty
and so is
your head
It's Funny
It's funny
That no one said
That you where dead
And a demon has entered your skin
It's funny
That you blame me
For staying the way I'm
When you're supposed to love me for who I'm
It's funny
When I'm reminded
That the dreams we dreamt together
They will always decay on the ground and make me sick
I have become insane again
I have welcomed the pain again
I have become insane again
And to be honest, I love it
I love you
I Love You,
Three simple words,
Said by many,
Three simple words,
Abused by many,
Three simple words,
Meant by many...
So from me,
To you,
What do they mean?
Well,
From me,
To you,
They mean;
When you cry,
I cry,
When you laugh,
I laugh,
When you fight,
I fight,
When you love,
I love,
And when you're alone,
Have no where to go,
Feels like,
Nobody cares,
Feels like,
There is no hope,
I am there...
To hold you,
To comfort you,
To protect you,
To let you know,
I will always,
With all my heart,
Love You...
Now,
With the meaning known,
I leave you,
With these three,
Very simple words...
Three,
Very Powerfu
Bath Salts
“You did what?!”
Celia was completely unfazed by Markus’ vociferation as she leaned against the wall, inspecting her nails while he continued to gape at her. “You said Zach was bothering you,” she answered simply. “So I gave him some of his own medicine. He will leave you alone now.”
“You mages can’t just go around hexing whoever you don’t like!” Markus exclaimed, gesturing wildly as he began what would most likely be a very long tirade. “There must be order in this establishment! Harmony!”
“I didn’t hex him.”
Financial Matters
Today wasn’t going very well for Carmen.
For starters, the apartment was a mess. That wasn’t unusual because Carmen lived there, but when Carmen noticed the apartment was a mess, that meant the apartment was really a mess. Really, it looked like a tornado had torn through the kitchen. There was a tower of baking utensils in the sink, powdered sugar blanketed the counter, and Carmen was pretty sure chocolate was what was on the ceiling, though she wasn’t quite sure how it had gotten there.
Carmen had been awake for approximately seven minutes before her client called to request that their cake be del
The Halfway House Joke
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before, but a homeless man, a migrant worker’s small child, and a stray god walk into a bar.
Alright alright, so it’s technically a pub, and that’s why there’s food instead of just booze. Jeeze, lettaguy tell a joke.
So, it’s like Thanksgiving or Christmas Eve or something, so the bar’s like totally empty, right? So the bartender looks ‘em up and down and asks “How old are you?” to each of ‘em.
“Old enough to be yer motherfuckin’ Dad!” says the homeless man.
“Old enough to work a fifty hour work week!” says the
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GET A LIFE!
EPISODIO 7: I GIGANTI DI PRAMA (PARTE 2) - OVVERO MARTIN MYSTERE n. 35bis
PAGINA PRECEDENTE<< PAGINA 3 (DI 5) >>PAGINA SUCCESSIVA
Arte dello Staff di Steam:
Phab
Riccardo Fiorini
Marfisia
Storia e lettering di Franco
Supervisione di Luca
NOTE
Vignetta 1: In quanti serial nipponici abbiamo visto l'uso di essenze vitali umane per attivare antichi colossi di pietra (o altro)?
Questo è il nostro omaggio (dopo quello quasi mancato a Kotesu Jeeg del numero scorso).
Vignetta 3: Monte Prama prende il suo nome dagli alberi nani di banane che vi crescono. Eccoli qui raffigurati.
Vignetta 4: continuando a ripetere le domande retoriche dell'albo precedente, sappiamo tutti perché l'alfabeto etrusco non è soltanto etrusco, vero?
EPISODIO 7: I GIGANTI DI PRAMA (PARTE 2) - OVVERO MARTIN MYSTERE n. 35bis
PAGINA PRECEDENTE<< PAGINA 3 (DI 5) >>PAGINA SUCCESSIVA
Arte dello Staff di Steam:
Phab
Riccardo Fiorini
Marfisia
Storia e lettering di Franco
Supervisione di Luca
NOTE
Vignetta 1: In quanti serial nipponici abbiamo visto l'uso di essenze vitali umane per attivare antichi colossi di pietra (o altro)?
Questo è il nostro omaggio (dopo quello quasi mancato a Kotesu Jeeg del numero scorso).
Vignetta 3: Monte Prama prende il suo nome dagli alberi nani di banane che vi crescono. Eccoli qui raffigurati.
Vignetta 4: continuando a ripetere le domande retoriche dell'albo precedente, sappiamo tutti perché l'alfabeto etrusco non è soltanto etrusco, vero?
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