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thoughtformed2014-02-28 11:47 pm
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UTTER GARBAGE.
WHAT: This is stupid.
WHO: This guy and any jerks if they decide to bust in.
WHEN: WHO CARES. HE'S ASLEEP ISN'T HE.
NOTE: Given the fact I'll likely add more dreams later, I'll be commenting to my own entry instead of pasting them in this main post every time. Reply with brackets; reply with prose; reply with a novel; reply with one line; make up something entirely ridiculous and unrelated -- do whatever. I can work with it.
1. ( EVEN IF BY SOME CHANCE I WAS, YOU CAN'T PROVE SHIT. )
2. ( WHAT POINT DO ALL THESE SERVE ANYWAY. SEEMS MEANINGFUL. CAN'T THINK OF WHY. )
WHO: This guy and any jerks if they decide to bust in.
WHEN: WHO CARES. HE'S ASLEEP ISN'T HE.
NOTE: Given the fact I'll likely add more dreams later, I'll be commenting to my own entry instead of pasting them in this main post every time. Reply with brackets; reply with prose; reply with a novel; reply with one line; make up something entirely ridiculous and unrelated -- do whatever. I can work with it.
1. ( EVEN IF BY SOME CHANCE I WAS, YOU CAN'T PROVE SHIT. )
2. ( WHAT POINT DO ALL THESE SERVE ANYWAY. SEEMS MEANINGFUL. CAN'T THINK OF WHY. )
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The ground feels way too soft under her feet, so she has to time her steps perfectly, making sure to pace them with the very subtle undercurrent beneath her. It's more like walking through a shallow but swift river, only it isn't water and she's never really had that experience. But you know, when you read about something enough, it's almost like it totally happened to you. So that pursuit of in volume six that takes place through the river- the whole chapter was a little murky, but that's just to set the scene of the bog and subsequent polluted river Calmasis trekked through- that sorta feels like this. Well, you kinda had to be there. And having read a fictional book made more fictional by my own fabrication of a pursuit chapter.
At a close enough distance, Roxy scoops up a fistful of sand, packs it and hurls it towards Karkat. She's had a great deal of practice throwing snowballs with her new roommate, this is basically the same thing.
Except then the wind whips the multicolor sand back in her face.
"Ugh," she spits dust. "I imagined that going a lot differently."