Janusby ~Mad-EyesIt seems, my dear that you have had the misfortune to have fallen in love with a modern-day Janus. To have earned the affections of a right-handed left-handed brown-eyed blue-eyed short long-legged excitable depressive affectionate distant kind-hearted cruel-humoured diplomatic sharp-tongued shy assertive passive aggressive man who finds himself the apple of two separate eyes, but who can, at least, assure you that you are the apple of at least one of his brown blue eyes. |
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Bowties, Tophats, Detectives, Doctors, Zombies, Time Lords, Moustaches, Puzzles, Towels, Gorillaz, and Fezzes. Are. Cool. ~
non-melty (adj.) the state of a substance that should rightly be able to melt but is not. ~as defined by *Pratatooie~
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."
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Bowties, Tophats, Detectives, Doctors, Zombies, Time Lords, Moustaches, Puzzles, Towels, Gorillaz, and Fezzes. Are. Cool. ~
non-melty (adj.) the state of a substance that should rightly be able to melt but is not. ~as defined by *Pratatooie~
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You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
I got soul but I'm not a soldier.
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"My soul flies erratically on the wings of what I would imagine is a feeble bipolarism. Not the all out kind. I've encountered that and I'm not that. However, something akin to that brushes past me in my quietest hours..."