Lost...[Fiction]

May 28, 2008 11:00

He had been provoked, and he stomped through my head like Godzilla trying to shake Tokyo down to splinters.  Each echo left shockwaves of a migraine behind, enough to make me reach up every now and again and rub the temples of my forehead.  Brian had looked over and asked if I was alright, and I couldn't even remember what I had said.  Probably ( Read more... )

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neberu May 29 2008, 16:28:04 UTC
... powerful.

It says something, I think, about the Nation when you define the higher forms of love as "I know you'll kill me if you have to", doesn't it?

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thedarkmother May 29 2008, 20:37:41 UTC
Fiction isn't the most stable of individuals.

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en_sof May 29 2008, 17:48:43 UTC
I really have no response save...

*twitch*

Jesus on a gas powered pogo.

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thedarkmother May 29 2008, 20:45:02 UTC
Just wait until the next one....with the kids...

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