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Oct 28, 2008 06:58

Poetry writing. Yes. That will calm my nerves.

roy and ike, god i hate my life, ike and roy, metaknight my saviour, my sanity, god why, two idiots one house, sob why

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skullcandykid October 28 2008, 20:40:34 UTC
Pardon my intrusion, but...

...I find sometimes it's best to vent frustrations.

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myegoisbig October 28 2008, 20:42:57 UTC
I take it out by being acidic, as well as a daily scuffle or so, but it doesn't cure the stupid.

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skullcandykid October 28 2008, 20:43:45 UTC
Stupidity is incurable, sir.

Perhaps a spar with...something not the object(s) of your frustration might be good?

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myegoisbig October 28 2008, 20:45:47 UTC
I know that much better than anyone, my lady.

Perhaps. Aside from daily training and schooling, but I'm sure arrangements could be made.

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fire_slasher October 28 2008, 21:35:06 UTC
Whaaaaaaaaaaat? Poetry is so boring though.

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myegoisbig October 29 2008, 07:02:12 UTC
So you say. I find it relaxing and a way to combat my inner demons.

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myswordisbig October 29 2008, 05:23:25 UTC
Do you wear black and lament your life and all that too?

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myegoisbig October 29 2008, 07:02:30 UTC
Shut up.

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myswordisbig October 29 2008, 08:51:47 UTC
You write in a livejournal, and wear thick-rimmed glasses. You tell your friends you bleed black and cry during classes.

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myegoisbig October 29 2008, 08:52:46 UTC
Shut up.

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slothfulprince October 29 2008, 08:44:04 UTC
Mo-chean do theacht, a sgadáin,
druid liom, a dhaltáin uasail;
do chéad beatha 's do shláinte!
do thuillis fáilte uamsa.

Dar anam h'athar, a sgadáin,
gidh maith bradáin na Bóinne
is duit labras an duain-se,
ó's tú is uaisle 's is óige.

A fhir is comhghlan colann,
nách déanann comann bréige,
cara mar thú ní bhfuaras;
ná bíom suarach fá chéile.

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myegoisbig October 29 2008, 08:53:55 UTC
Dá bhféachdaois uaisle Banbha
cia is mó tarbha don triúr-sa,
iasg is uaisle ná an sgadán,
idir bradán is liúsa.

Is é ar bhféachain gach cósta
go crích bhóchna na Gréige,
iasg is uaisle ná an sgadán
ní bhfuair Conán Chinn-tsléibhe.

A sgadáin shéimh shúgaigh,
a chinn chumhdaigh an Charghais,
a mhic ghrádhaigh mo charad,
leam is fada go dtángais!

Gidh mór do thuit a-nuraidh
dod ghaol bunaidh fán méis-se,
ná cuimhnigh fíoch ná fala,
ó's tú cara na cléire.

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slothfulprince October 29 2008, 08:55:55 UTC
A sgadáin shailltigh shuilbhir
nach bíonn go duilbhir dúinte,
leamsa do theacht ní hanait,
súil ar charaid an tsúil-se.

I dtús an Charghais chéasta,
a fhir le ndéantar comhól,
ortsa, go teacht na Cásga,
is mór mo ghrása 's is romhór.

Good of you to keep up, amusing stranger.

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myegoisbig October 29 2008, 08:57:57 UTC
To know a tongue close to my homeland's is but a simple matter. I find it surprising to see someone so classically educatied, though, in such a place.

Prince Marth of Altea, young sir.

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