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When we form & be born of a specific species 7 decide 4 ourselves our way of life & destiny, there is one that’s orientant to everything in the universe (which is really fun beyond the adverage mind), or something as lame or rotton, such as those that are against Ruckasnuckas, ciccumstanced, reluctant bi deliberate or so unlogicificated, so, speaking of the sentients of this world From what evolved from apes, along wif the bad counterpart,so, are you a Nucka (ding), or a Human (dum dum dum)
Whenever the adverage nucka or alien from far proiritises, get work done, do something very acedemic, something useful, something r real worth, something of major sethication (in a fundamental way), something of roder, something of ducty & something of honest requirement, the nuckas se independence, multiple methods of things, comparisons & various ideas, caring of those on his side, hearing from his employees aswell as itself, ways that ;lack
sondash: carved in stone
Sondash: carved in stone
Dash has the haunting dream about the emerald green eyed prince and sighs when she woke up. "I keep seeing him, yet i can never find who he is..." derpy flies to dash's door and puts a letter in her mailbox and knocks on the door. Dash opens the door abd sees the letter. She opens it and finds that twilight needed her. She sighs.
Dash went over to twilight's. "Hey, derpy told me you needed me?" She nods. "Yeah, i'm testing out a time travel spell and need a volunteer!" Dash rolls her eyes. "Me i guessing?" She nods again. "So, when am i going?" "About 1000 years ago, i need to see something..." dash nods. "Okay, let me guess, avoid doing too much to avoid altering time, right?" She smiles. "Pretty much" she sighs. "Let a rip..." twilight starts to perform the spell. "You'll be there for about a week, in the time period the events happen. Stay in canterlot though" she nods and disappears in a flash of light. She appears in a medieval town. It looked like an rust
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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