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The List Of 12
THE LIST OF 12
Electric razor: knick, cut, sharp glide, close shave, later, hair.
Fish Scales: Slimy, wet, rough, slick, round, smooth.
Split Pea Soup: hot, steamy, green, vegetable, yummy, smoothly goes down.
Crystal: Clear, brilliant, sparkles, prism, rainbow light, cut at angles, eye pleasing.
Gong: hammer, bold sounding, Asian, danger, emergency, beginning something, clock.
Kissing: Passionate, sweet, love, happiness, lips, bliss.
Sand Paper: rough, gritty, smoothes things, harsh, unforgiving, hurts skin, and tough.
Cracking Knuckles: Slightly irritating, Stop it, Stretching, Arthritis, could die.
The Smell of Gasoline: Strong, overwhelming, vaporous, bad, stench.
Cut with a knife:Slice, blood, skin, pain, sharp, sting, band-aid.
Saran Wrap: clean, clear, package, food, and gloves.
The Smell of a Book: Musty, ink, leather, paper, dust, sweet, odorous.
ORIGIN: Rhythm's Story Ch. 10
Balance...Balance...Rhythm thought to herself as she was carrying the many bags of groceries on foot back to Skull Fortress. She was not only holding bags on top of bags...But bags on top of bags on her head as well. It was really a comical sight to see such a small girl holding onto bags that seemed to tower over her in such a manner. As Rhythm continues to walk towards her destination she can't help but let her mind wander off into the distance.
"Awww...C'mon, Blues-kun! Why do you always have to run off all-of-a-sudden? Don't you like being with us? Why are you always pushing us away?" Roll asked him trying not to sound as upset as she obviously was. It's not like this was a new issue with him...After all, he had been like this before even she was around. It was just something she couldn't just keep inside of her thoughts anymore...So she decided to keep decided to break the deafening awkward silence that had envelo
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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