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Why is the music in my Pokemon X game NOT in Japanese? I clearly see the Japanese words…

Dolphinaut

So Long and Thanks For All the Fish

Ford, you're turning into a penguin. Stop it.

I don't angry with other people, I just get angry with myself...

Sums it up.

OMG! I just asked Siri when the world is going to end and this was her response.

I almost peed my pants

I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her shaking body. She spasms in pain. In fear. "It's going to be okay," I whisper quietly to her. "Just breathe. Close your eyes. Don't think. Breathe." She nods calmly as she twitches again. I hold her closer. This is what I've become. One who tries to hold those that are hurt together, those that need help together. Yet why do I feel that I'm just a distraction? Irritating and annoying? Is everyone like me? Does everyone else live in the fear of being acknowledged through the simple word, 'distraction?'

It got better.

And so I wish upon a memory, as a daydream of the past flickers through my eyes. Life is better with the past in the past though.

Zaphod would be a companion all of 30 seconds.

The night was always the worst for him. Memories of the painful past flooded his mind.

one pan-galactic gargle blaster, please.

How foolish I was to think he would stop...

What hurts the most was losing my daughter. You meant nothing in comparison.

All alone, everyone looks down upon my with pity for never letting go of the past I thought I had.

Love is but an emotion I can never express.

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, how did you think I could be a beautiful person?

How does one forget a memory?

Holes

While I filled the hole that trapped you, I was really digging mine. Now you stare down at me and refuse to return the favor.

I've burned the most important bridge I've ever crossed. How can I live without it...

That feeling when you need to let go. When you need to let everything out, but you can't. So you put your mask on and hide from reality. You pretend everything is okay.

Broken down into nothing but salty water. A tear gives way to an ocean.

She meant it when she broke him. He was just another Toy.

Facing Fear

My nightmare has a face. The face belongs to you.

With Teeth

She sunk her teeth into me. When she left she took that part.

Simple Thoughts

Drifting snowflakes from bleary sky, Wisps of smoke billow from chimneys undaunted. Trees weep their leaves in despair. Soft rumblings of sorrow roll across the barren forest. Birds soar over the alabaster boned shore. The fallen star echoes in the navy night sky. Desperate hands claw towards their inevitable death. Tears fall silently down his gray cheeks, eyes tainted with fear. Whispers of the unbridled terror fill the blackened land. Darkness stares into my tainted eyes. Time unfolds itself, waiting, waiting. Softly the wind surrounds her, shielding the leaves from her face. Hidden from the human eye, seen by the mind alone.

Doctor?

Yellow of soul and golden of mind, Lost in the echoes of space and of time. Always so brave and still showing fear, Even when his end may be near. Learning is half of the battle to him, And his allies take up arms at a whim. He's sensical and crazy some might say insane, Only due to what's locked in his brain. He's lonely always, life seems so void, Of friends and companions that get lost or destroyed. He travels so much in that strange craft of his, In the blue box called TARDIS, that blue box of his.

Storm

The rain that washes away the pain. The echoing boom that silences the thoughts. The blinding flash that destroys the memories. The center of the maelstrom at peace as the world rages by. To become a storm is the goal. To have meaning. To have purpose. But to always remain calm at the center. At peace with yourself. At peace with the world. I am an inverted storm.

What if...

If I took the time to apologize for all of you pain and all of my lies would you take the time to listen? Are my thoughts worthwhile are my opinions in vain, have you ignored me in your blessed brain? When you talk with your friends am I long forgot or when you hold another close were we all for naught? Do my words fall on the ears of the deaf, is my pain seen by the eyes of the blind? While I lie and deny, you may never know why but I have not forgot. You're busy I know, with your friends not your foe, for we know 'tis all I am now. A memory of pain you wish to relieve, but I nag like the pus from a wound. I shall continue to deceive both yourself and mine own, for in a year I likely shall not have grown.

One of "Those"

I'm one of those memories up on your old shelf, waiting to be cleaned off. You dust the shelf so willingly, to remove all of your past. You come to me and move right by, I fall off with one simple blast. You forget that I exist, and perhaps that we ever met. I've fallen towards the pit, no escape but the drop. Perhaps you'll see me fall, or perhaps you will not. Even if you do see me it will be but a glimpse before into the bag I'll go. To be given away to the lords of time, to be lost in my own little hell. And time will move and you'll never remember what you threw out on that warm Spring day.