Well, since I'm back into my writing phase, I'm writing something new. I'm working on a D. Gray Man fic that I might put up here, as well as something else too. Now I'm sure a lot of you are really tired of the whole High School Story bullshit blah blah blah. Ok, well that's what the other story is about. So if you don't like it...well that's your problem. I'm trying to make it good with lots of description and stuff that makes a story good. I don't have a name for it yet, BUT! I have a plot already in my head. So that's a good thing. And I've also got other stuff that'll get in the main characters way and stuff like that.
So, since I've told you about my secret mission to finish this story, or maybe just let it go on forever. Who knows? I am also currently helping my friend write a musical piece. Our Music teacher said that it's so good that he could possibly sell it to an A-Class percussion program or even to a Junior High Program. The kids only a freshman and is writing great pieces of music! It's amazing and I feel very special to know him. He actually inspires me to write my own music, though its had some trouble coming out. I am currently trying to write my own musical piece that involves a lot more than just a regular percussion and pit band. My piece I hope to be more of an Orchestral piece, though I don't own an musical programs such as Sibelius or Finale. So all I've got in my piano to help me out. But I'm fine with that. I can do it. Just takes some time is all. Hopefully comes out before I graduate from High School, but then again I'm a Junior and got some stuff ahead of me.
Aaaaanyway, I'm just rambling on and on and maybe I should stop. Well, I'll be back I guess. Next time I'll trying and put something up. Since I'm not a great artist, but I am good writer (stretching the word "good"), I'll put up some works that I'll find on my old computer.
あなたがたを愛していてください
Love You Guys







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They break when they hit the atmosphere
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"Shock of impact ran along my arm. Jet of warmth spattered on chest, like hot faucet. It was Kovacs who said "Mother" then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again."
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"Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing." -Optimus Prime, my Hero
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All the world's a stage-- Everything else is Vaudeville!
You know what I wish? I wish all the scum of the Earth had one throat and I had my hands about it.
thanks for the faves!
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out of that contradiction, against unfathomable odds, it's you - only you - that emerged, to distill so specific a form from all that chaos.
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