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Kailey's thoughts before bedThis is a new thing I will be posting called "Kailey's thoughts before bed"
So there are some people in this world who I think "Why did I give you my cell number?!" Like those guys who constantly flirt with you or the ones who text you non stop when you ignore them. And you can't delete their number because they still have yours. It drives me nuts! If you don't have anyone like this on your phone either be like "PRAISE THE LORD!" or you may just be that annoying person.
What if Dib and Gaz are Irken?What if Dib and Gaz are Irken? Dib's Dad knows they are Irken and believes Dib when he says Zim is an alien but acts like he doesn't so no one descovers that Dib and Gaz are Irken. What if their mother was Irken and had two Irken children before she met Professer Membrane and she was sent back to Irk for a mission. What if she is still alive? What if Professer Membrane desguised them to look human? He is a scientist. What if he discovered a way to make it so they can eat and drink and come in contact with water without geting sick or burning their skin. What if in the episode "Gaz, Taster of Pork" the ghosts cause the way Professer Membrane discovered how to make it so they can eat to malfuction so she cannot eat anything but hot dogs? What if Gaz really does have a Squeedly Spooch? What if Dib's father knew about the Glaxtic Exinox and figured out a way so Gaz and Dib wouldn't be affected. What if Professer Membrane is busy so much so he has less of a chance of telling Dib and Gaz abo
sondash: carved in stone
Sondash: carved in stone
Dash has the haunting dream about the emerald green eyed prince and sighs when she woke up. "I keep seeing him, yet i can never find who he is..." derpy flies to dash's door and puts a letter in her mailbox and knocks on the door. Dash opens the door abd sees the letter. She opens it and finds that twilight needed her. She sighs.
Dash went over to twilight's. "Hey, derpy told me you needed me?" She nods. "Yeah, i'm testing out a time travel spell and need a volunteer!" Dash rolls her eyes. "Me i guessing?" She nods again. "So, when am i going?" "About 1000 years ago, i need to see something..." dash nods. "Okay, let me guess, avoid doing too much to avoid altering time, right?" She smiles. "Pretty much" she sighs. "Let a rip..." twilight starts to perform the spell. "You'll be there for about a week, in the time period the events happen. Stay in canterlot though" she nods and disappears in a flash of light. She appears in a medieval town. It looked like an rust
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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