

Grandpa's WorkshopSpinning, spinning, spinning Until he started to trip on his own feet. Then he stumbled to a tumultuous stop in a fit of breathless giggles, his strong young lungs not the least bit perturbed by the white clouds of dust hed kicked up from the antiquated, long-uninhabited floor of the workshop. A bespectacled old man with one crooked white hair growing from the top of his head coughed profusely, his tired old lungs overwhelmed in the sandstorm that was the boys glee. Oh, how loud a voice those young lungs had! Bright brown eyes gleamed up into dimmer ones as the boy threw his arms opGrandpa's Workshop
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~"I don't respond well to intimidation, makes me feel icky."~ *Mort Rainey, The Secret Window
~"What to do just grab on to some Ducktales! Woo Hoo!"~
*muak*
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首を這わす舌先と手
望む表情 紅蓮に染まれ
- And yeah, you really should go back to listening to it. :b
Though Malice Mizer is on undefined hiatus, the new and old bands of the japanese musicscene are doing a fine job keeping the genre as beautiful and strange as always ^___^
And you're very welcome. I like your stuff!
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"For it would seem, in light beside its kind, withered...
Though here, to me, most beautiful."
-Robert Browning
Thanks again ^^ I like yours as well, both your writings and you photos :3
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Dood~
I love your style! ^_^;
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"For it would seem, in light beside its kind, withered...
Though here, to me, most beautiful."
-Robert Browning
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Dood~
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Heart of a fool is in his mouth, but the mouth of the wise man is in his heart.
Benjamin Franklin
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"For it would seem, in light beside its kind, withered...
Though here, to me, most beautiful."
-Robert Browning
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