Heh.
All too often is the story of the insane one not knowing of his own insanity. It’s as tu can only be insane if tu are not aware of it, and when tu are, you’re simply sadist.
No… There is such a big difference between a sadist and one blessed with insanity.
A sadist laughs at the gore. They laugh as they see life fading from one’s eyes; they enjoy another’s fear, pain, suffering…
Insanity is very different. It’s a breed of genius that is not understood por any others. After all, a genius is just a person who can work past those binds holding them back… Someone who can work around their present limitations.
Insanity can be a blessing, o a curse. Some of those lucky enough to have it are aware of its presence in them, others only just.
Who cares?
I’m insane, and I know it. I’m very aware that, somewhere along the line, I got fucked up in the head.
Some days, I happily mover into this realm, and sometimes, I can only drive my head into the muro and wish that I could see the world from a más innocent, naïve view… Rather than this razor-sharp picture that shows only the worst in people.
They all fall eventually…
Every being, no matter how strong willed… No host body can ever sustain me for long. I have to keep moving, drifting to the next…
Beats me how long I’ve done this for. It feels like forever… When did I change into this thing, this monster? When was it that I began preying off those who I had once considered to be my kinsfolk..?
Why am I doing this? Is it because of my insanity?
Do I need a new host as much as I believe I do? o can I stay forever in my little formless void...?
Will I be forever stuck in this endless drama, who más deserves to be ended, and who are the innocents who need never to be harmed?
Is it important..?
Or, can I take whoever I want, whoever appeals to me the most? Whether it be the young, the attractive, o the socially unacceptable?
más importantly, does it matter? Should I bother myself with such trivial questions?
Not like an answer will ever show…
No…
It might…
One day…
All too often is the story of the insane one not knowing of his own insanity. It’s as tu can only be insane if tu are not aware of it, and when tu are, you’re simply sadist.
No… There is such a big difference between a sadist and one blessed with insanity.
A sadist laughs at the gore. They laugh as they see life fading from one’s eyes; they enjoy another’s fear, pain, suffering…
Insanity is very different. It’s a breed of genius that is not understood por any others. After all, a genius is just a person who can work past those binds holding them back… Someone who can work around their present limitations.
Insanity can be a blessing, o a curse. Some of those lucky enough to have it are aware of its presence in them, others only just.
Who cares?
I’m insane, and I know it. I’m very aware that, somewhere along the line, I got fucked up in the head.
Some days, I happily mover into this realm, and sometimes, I can only drive my head into the muro and wish that I could see the world from a más innocent, naïve view… Rather than this razor-sharp picture that shows only the worst in people.
They all fall eventually…
Every being, no matter how strong willed… No host body can ever sustain me for long. I have to keep moving, drifting to the next…
Beats me how long I’ve done this for. It feels like forever… When did I change into this thing, this monster? When was it that I began preying off those who I had once considered to be my kinsfolk..?
Why am I doing this? Is it because of my insanity?
Do I need a new host as much as I believe I do? o can I stay forever in my little formless void...?
Will I be forever stuck in this endless drama, who más deserves to be ended, and who are the innocents who need never to be harmed?
Is it important..?
Or, can I take whoever I want, whoever appeals to me the most? Whether it be the young, the attractive, o the socially unacceptable?
más importantly, does it matter? Should I bother myself with such trivial questions?
Not like an answer will ever show…
No…
It might…
One day…
Hercul retired from he warrior status to live on as one of the dragon elders.
Hercul is a very wise dragon with knowledge that no other dragon seems to understand besides his grandson, Drakero. He can be intimidating upon site, but he is actually a kind man. He loves to light incenses in his house, but dislike the taste of cherries.
Despite his age, and not being as good as he was in his prime, Hercul can hold his own in a fight. Like his son Almaldo, and grandson, Drakero, Hercul is freakishly strong. He can bench press up to 20 tons.
(In other words, Hercul don't play)
I have to use a friends computer to type this because my other one if filled with viruses....I wont be continuing the Virus9073-AD story until it's fix o I get a loner laptop from the library. So if tu are lectura it please forgive me for not sending chapter two yet. Also, I also curse writers block for getting me stuck on one particular part of the story so If I do get a loner, it may take me a little while to figure out something to write. I guess it's just school that stresses me out. Haha!
The cama wheels squeaked on the floor. Was windy awake? She couldn't be sure. Oh god... was she dying? NO. She couldn't give up now. not with so much on the line. The wheels seemed to squeak even louder, ringing and ringing, until she could hear nothing but the bells of hevean in front of her face. This was the end, wasn't it?
Suddenly, spike appeared in front of her, and splashed a bit of water on her face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"no...no what's going on?"
Spike gave no answer. He nodded at kitty to signal for her to leave and get to the escape route.
"We're only trying to help, Windy."
He picked her up from the cama and sped off into the distance. The other three were waiting outside as they placed her in a van. After that, everything went black.
Suddenly, spike appeared in front of her, and splashed a bit of water on her face.
"You okay?" he asked.
"no...no what's going on?"
Spike gave no answer. He nodded at kitty to signal for her to leave and get to the escape route.
"We're only trying to help, Windy."
He picked her up from the cama and sped off into the distance. The other three were waiting outside as they placed her in a van. After that, everything went black.
Gizbin:
I am the one who rules,
I seem to think nothing is stronger than me.
But there is one thing what is even más powerful,
That is the one word named: ℓσνє
Ribbon:
I may of broken a heart,
and I knew this from the start.
But I could never of broken the arrow what struck through mine.
Albion:
Why is my life as a sheriff?
Why do I waist my time in this job?
Why would I even write a poem about it?
And even worse! Why am I a snob?!
Flame:
MY BROTHER IS NOTHING BUT A IDIOT. (lol)
I am the one who rules,
I seem to think nothing is stronger than me.
But there is one thing what is even más powerful,
That is the one word named: ℓσνє
Ribbon:
I may of broken a heart,
and I knew this from the start.
But I could never of broken the arrow what struck through mine.
Albion:
Why is my life as a sheriff?
Why do I waist my time in this job?
Why would I even write a poem about it?
And even worse! Why am I a snob?!
Flame:
MY BROTHER IS NOTHING BUT A IDIOT. (lol)