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Tick for Tack- 8
Warnings: english cigaretts, Arcades, DDR and insane aliens. Link to first chapter in AN.
Zim, I cannot believe youre dragging me into the arcade
Quiet Earth-beast, Zim has spotted DDR with amazing ocular prowess
Arcade: n. a loud crowded room full of dorky teenagers and obsessive gamers who put far too much stock in game scores. See loony bin
The human jammed his heels into the shoddy carpeting and refused to move. Zim took his friend by the hand and dragged the protesting boy across the room.
There happened to be a patron already blowing brain cells on the all-too-loud game, which Dib took as a sign that god still loved him, regardless of the pudding fiasco last week.
Hey! You! Meat Creature! Shouted the insane Irken.
Ziiiim, just let it go, The human prisoner begged.
Get your filthy feet off that dance training simulator! Zim continued, ignoring his captives pleas.
Light kept a lot of secrets
Having long since mastered the art of hiding his thoughts, there wasnt a person on earth who could read himnot then
Somewhere in his childhood, he heard one of the makeup drenched, self-pitying emotion mongerers bite out something scarily cogent. Nothing long or poetic, but a stark, mind-blowingly simple sentence that forever etched itself into his mind.
I like walking in the rain, because no one can see Im crying.
It struck him then that his whole life was spent hiding from the world, hiding in plain sight.
There was no room for him to be Light. The boy was an admirable student, a dutiful son and a caring brother. Where did Light fit into that mish-mash? He knew, in his heart of hearts, that there were things he was, but could not be. It was infuriating that he, who was so much more intelligent and clear minded, was forced to bow to the will of such simple people.
The next rain, he snuck out the door and stood stra
For people like me, happiness is a bit like a dive at the public pool...
The height is dizzying and as much as you want to, you know you just don't have it in you to jump.
It takes a true friend to see your hesitation, and shove you head-first into the joy you craved so badly.
For me, Gir was that true friend.
And you know what? I'm pretty sure zenophilia runs in the family. I have been ever since I caught my idiot brother feeling up the so-called 'greatest threat to humanity'.
Talk about your gag reflexes.
What's more, I can tell Dad would be out hitting on an alien too, if he believed in them.
I'm here aren't I?
I look into those bright, perfect eyes, and I know--I just know--that no human can be this beautiful.
I don't care about skin or organs...
What good do they do except spill out when a knife sticks in your stomach?
'Humanity' doesn't matter to me--My best friend was a game for years.
When he smiles, I want to smile... If I only knew how.
When I'm angry, he always has a
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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