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Meeting Big Macintosh“I love the sun.”
“I love the sky.”
“But most of all I love cherry pie!”
LoveStuff sang this little diddy in time to her steps as she left her house. The day was beautiful with no clouds to be seen, a warm breeze running through her mane and tail and the promise of cherry pie fresh out of the oven waiting for her at Sugar Cube Corner.
The streets of Ponyville were rather busy this time of day what with every pony still being excited about their new princess Twilight Sparkle. LoveStuff was just as excited and loving of the little alicorn but she can only focus on one love at a time. At that particular moment she loved cherry pie more than anything.
Being a smaller pony for her age and not having anything flashy to draw attention to herself with LoveStuff was usually over looked. She could slip between ponies in a crowd to get to the front and see what the big commotion was, or she could sneak after FlutterShy’s adorable bunny Angel when the mood
Ch.17- Happy Belated Birthday
Chapter Seventeen Happy Belated Birthday Annabelle
Changed into her last pair of jeans that Chromia cut into capris and her second last clean shirt that was just plain navy blue Roxie was ready to face the rest of the afternoon and hopefully remain dry. "Chromia do you know where I can find Will or Optimus? I need to ask about something."
"They should both be in the community centre. Is it anything I could help with?" Chromia didn't show it but Roxie's inquiry to the leaders' positions worried her. Whenever someone wanted to talk to Will or Optimus it was to ask about getting someone on base, or to ask if they could leave. Roxie didn't look upset about Jolt's method of revenge but they'd come to learn that Roxanne Glitch is very good at hiding things.
"Not unless you could take me off base and back. I want to ask about going to my house so I can grab a few things, like my other set of batteries for my hearing mufflers." Roxie tapped her left hearing muffler with a frown,
Ch.16 - Calm Down and Wash Up
Chapter Sixteen Calm Down and Wash Up
"You know I have two perfectly functioning legs right?" Roxie had to ask this of Flareup who was carrying her under her arm over to the wash pit. Her and Arcee were instructed to inform Roxie that she must change into her bathing suit (she only put on her bikini top and cut off kinda short shorts) and go give Jolt the wash she'd promised him.
Giggling the blue femme told her," I know, but I decided to take Jolt's instructions literally. Plus we're keeping you hidden." That just made Roxie raise an eyebrow, sometimes her female Autobots friends were quite strange. She wasn't really complaining though, where she was being held was very close to Flareup's spark, letting Roxie indirectly learn more about the bubbly sister of the triplets. One of the things she heard put a sneaky little smile on her face, 'HA! I knew it! Definitely teasing her about it tonight.'
"What took you so long femme?" Jolt's snappy voice took away her sm
Ch.15 - They Found HimChapter Fifteen They Found Him
Joey Haverman stepped out of his apartment building and frowned up at the sky. It had been bright and sunny throughout the morning while he had been sleeping off his hangover. He had been turned down for two more jobs and had gone to a club to drink some of his stress off. He was only leaving his pitiful excuse of a shelter to go to a job interview he'd been offered an hour ago.
The man that had called to offer the job had sounded a little off the sane scale, and he would often laugh at a joke he wouldn't share. The man had said his name was Cid Clone, and the job was to do data entry for some new up and coming company he couldn't remember the name of. The job sounded crappy and the payment being offered wasn't any better, but it was still a chance to get his life back in order since he'd split up with Roxanne Glitch.
He still remembered that day he'd broken up with her as well as giving her up to the authorities. To him the exchange had see
Ch.14 - Tell and ShowChapter Fourteen Tell and Show
All bots present went straight to the internet to find the definition and meaning behind the new title, as they did Tools, Maggie and Glen blinked at the man in bewilderment. Everyone on base knew that Reginald Simmons still lived with his mother when on leave (he will always correct them that his mother lives with him.) The thought of the ex-agent being responsible for another person's child had never crossed their minds, and never would have if he didn't just announce it.
"According to the web a Godfather is the spiritual and physical guardian of a child, a person given the responsibilities of a parent in the event that the child's parents are no longer able to so. Roxanne made no mention of you being her replacement care taker in the history she provided us." Ratchet had read the definition he'd found out loud to get confirmation since it didn't add up to what they knew.
"Better question I want to know the answer to is how you even got th
Ch.13 - SeeSimmonsSeeSimmonsRu
Chapter Thirteen - See Simmons, See Simmons Run
"No more Galloway, no more hiding. Now what should I do?" Roxie was in the mess hall sitting at the same table as Beth, Alice and Tools. Roxie couldn't helo but notice that both of her new female friends constantly glanced in Tools direction, she had a feeling a lot of other females on base did that as well from a distance. If she hadn't promised herself to lay off me for a while she would be among, only not as openly.
"Since you don't have any duties you can do pretty much anything you want. Or you could help us clean dishes. Stupid rotating duties has us both doing mess hall cleaning this week." Alice tore her eyes away from Tools to give Roxie pleading puppy dog eyes.
Making a dead pan expression Roxie replied," I like you, but not enough to sacrifice freedom for pan hands. Any other suggestions that don't include work?"
"If HE ever heard you ask a question like that HE would make
Ch.12 - Hide from The Horrors
Chapter Twelve -Hide From The Horrors
As Roxie had predicted Ratchet, Will and Chromia were livid from worry. Roxie had to fight back hysteric laughter when Sunstreaker had stopped in in the middle of her lecture and Ratchet had chased him out by throwing a massive wrench at his head. Ratchet had caught a glimpse of a smile and lectured her even more, Will had given her a small lecture about common sense in unfamiliar territory and Chromia had told her that next time she wanted to go off exploring she should take her or one of her sisters to go with her. As punishment Roxie was sent to her shared quarters for the night. On her way to the room she came across Tools who looked absolutely relieved to see her, he'd offered to walk with her and she declined saying," Just because I'm still young enough to get grounded, didn't mean she wasn't a big enough girl to walk to her room by herself." She'd left Tools laughing but still a little disappointed.
All the fresh air and the emotional
Ch.11 - Lost and Lonesome
Chapter Eleven Lost and Lonesome
Roxie barely budged from the desk in Tools' work room that day. She would take the occasional break when Tools came in and bugged her into getting something to eat with him. She would then go right back to work, it kept her mind off two things she really didn't want to think about. One of them was the possibility of Galloway deciding to barge into Tools' room out of curiosity or to get his hands on the weaponry Tools had laying about. Every time her mind drifted to that happening it continued on to all the possible outcomes until she had to calm herself down since she'd started shaking. The second thought was a more pleasing one, it was the repetitive thought of how cute Gregory Harper was. She would to be blond and/or stupid not to find him attractive, however she didn't want to go down that road again already. Joey's betrayal still lingered like a small cavity that wasn't getting any bigger. She wasn't going to go anti-romance and stop d
Ch.10 - Love At First Wall
Chapter Ten Love At First Wall
Because Roxie had woken up midday she couldn't do much before Galloway's arrival. She worked with Chromia to set up a comfortable little cot in their quarters with a comfy pillow and blanket. After that she got a semi-decent meal from the mess hall where she met a couple of really nice female soldiers named Beth and Alice. When Galloway showed up Roxie went running back to her new room and entertained herself with her mp3 player.
The triplets showed up an hour later laughing, Roxie joined them when they showed Galloway covered in old motor oil and silly string. She asked how they did both and Chromia told her the process took longer than it took to trigger it. It took Chromia a good ten minutes to coax Roxie out of the room to get supper, the explanation of Galloway going to a hotel every night wasn't strong enough until she reminded Roxie that it would take Galloway hours to clean off all the oil and silly string. That night they had stayed
A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.
You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, Ill know
that Lears been there before, and
Ill not swoon.
And if Hades doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, Ill recall that
I am not the first Dantes been down
there as well.
And if on my death-bed I mourn
the life I wasted on wine and stale
chocolate bars, Ill recall Wildes words and
hope that, though long in the gutter, I did
glimpse the stars.
NonexistenceI pray to a God I have never seen,
who lives in a world that has never been,
to save my heart that has never felt,
from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt.
My feet step on grounds no men stepped before,
my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore,
yet it does not kill me,
does that mean,
that I am immortal,
or that I've never been?
I pray to a God that may not exist,
while the iron shackle tears up my wrist,
to tell me the difference of being and not,
to show me the memories that I forgot.
My mind flies to places nobody has reached,
to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached,
spots on the dark, they're not even light,
I think that's 'cause real light brings nothing but fright:
It's bound to discover
all crimes, neatly covered.
I pray to a God because maybe he is,
unlike me and the world,
in them I miss
something to reach.
AnarchyScream the anthem of the anarchist!
What is it? Exactly.
I won't tell you; make it up.
Go away. Blow it up.
Burn it down. Deface the town.
But don't give in,
Never -- no.
That's the song we all love so.
Freedom past extremity.
Far away, in my backyard
I own the world; I am a bard.
I wear a beard and shave my head;
All the normals want me dead.
I won't give up; I ramble rave.
You'll never make me behave.
My brother, loser, freak, meek geek
You know-- the beatnick, hippy, punk--
The rock bands my parents debunk--
We treasure what we cannot have:
No allegiance to any flag.
out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes
stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you
but to lay in gardens, oh
a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars
what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us
where walking air pushes every dust
one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of honey bees minus harvest
one from sands of human crust
when traced is an orb monster, Jupiter
around your left breast, so that nipple
a blood storm just under the skin
and asking where you sowed the marigolds
is only to hear you choke the words time and water
in the same sentence
to hear you say there will be no rain for a week
while an ocean is
the plasticized quantum theory
une voleur honteux
slip of the tongue
in each saturated pore
spectrum rehearses its symphony
crooked whispers of a flute
a glimpse of blue infinitude
quiets the confines of los alamos
¿quién es él? eso piensa
paralysis in the peristalsis
jewel in the vitreous humor
until it watercolors
the poison of psyche
papillae the plagues
oxidizing ash and ember
a quivering effigy
splinters the moon
the mirrored hand exhales
swept the epileptic ceiling
dissolving tendrils of mahogany
detached from the retina
tranquil, the deception
the film frame fades
captured in the mercury
Perspectives of a Hallucino...Comfort. The softness of the basement couch. Misery loves company.
Trickling through my fingers. Whispering across my face, her disappearing
lips trace across my cheeks. The smell is sweet, but she is rough against
my throat. Her smell isn't so much intoxicating as it is suffocating, yet
the smoke paralyses my senses and touches my soul. Her street name is
undeserving of her effect on me. Forever, she shall be known to me as
Mary-Jane. I will never know her beauty.
Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.
Everything and Nothing Everything and Nothing
My life, undescribable
My mind, unspoken
My heart, undecided
Everything about my life is undescribable.
The air I breathe contains the unknown.
The things I touch control the unsafe.
Nothing in my life is worth knowing.
Everything about my mind is unspoken.
The things I dream I can never describe.
The thoughts I form can not be written.
Nothing about my mind can be explained.
Everything about my heart is undecided.
The beats that pulse never keep rythm.
The feelings they react to are multiplied and divided.
Nothing in this world can keep my heart steady.
Everything and Nothing.
That is my soul.
That is who I am.
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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