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imbued by human need to revere,
religiously kept,
oft felt too severe.
doubt is human, faith sublime.
both wax and wane,
may exchange in time.
another has unbelieving eyes.
the subject might not
from the tomb arise.
our own reality we create,
believe it or not,
reinforced by fate.
llp - dec2010 - dA
religiously kept,
oft felt too severe.
doubt is human, faith sublime.
both wax and wane,
may exchange in time.
another has unbelieving eyes.
the subject might not
from the tomb arise.
our own reality we create,
believe it or not,
reinforced by fate.
llp - dec2010 - dA
Literature
The Theater(A THaB Fanfic)
[Author's Note: Hey, everyone! After a few days of editing and a few months of writing, I bring to you all my first ever THaB fanfiction! What is THaB? THaB stands for "To Hell and Back", and is a music series created by Team 6×111, which is a group of various musicians and artists that is directed by the YouTuber Vane. You can view Team 6×111's Twitter here if you are interested on following them for updates on their music! A link to their official website is also on there if you are interested! Back, back to THaB itself. What is it about? Well, I think Team 6×111 sums it best on their website by calling it, and I quote-"a VOCALOID song series about what happens after you die"-unquote. If you want to know more, I suggest checking out either the official Team 6×111 Toyhouse account linked on there Twitter account or checking out the THaB playlist found on Vane's YouTube channel! With that out of the way, I'd like to address this fanfic itself now that I've given you some context on
Literature
Cycles
Everything moves in cycles, From love to hate and back again. Old orders fall and new orders rise. We are born, live, grow old and die. Carried by the flow of time, Like a surfer riding a tidal wave. Precariously balancing, Between order and chaos, Between holding on and letting go. Feeling at once insignificant And somehow as vast as the ocean. As the spheres of fate turn, So my mind changes in synchronicity, From sanity to madness, Science giving way to magic, Rising from the abyss of my soul, Like a song of terrible beauty, Resonating both inside and out, Until the wave has passed, And I walk on alien shores.
Literature
From British Star to American Bimbo pt.2
For Daisy Ridley, the last ten years were truly magnificent, from small time TV actress to the face of the biggest movie franchise in the world, but the experience wasn't all rainbows and unicorns for her. The harassment she suffered at the hands of some 'fans' online was enough to push her away from the franchise. After this she didn't reach the same career height again, but her cultural influence couldn't be denied. Because of this she was still popular with companies trying to sign her for advertisements. While on a holiday in Las Vegas Daisy was on a shopping trip in a local mall. After an hour of shopping she entered a perfume store. She walked through the shelves filled with different smelling bottles, when a bright pink one came into her view. Daisy couldn't help but scoff at the perfume in front of her 'American Bimbeau by Sophie Slurper'. Daisy couldn't understand how Sophie could ever drop so low, but trying the perfume wouldn't hurt anyone. She sprayed a bit on her arm and took a sniff. It didn't smell half bad, even though she doesn't like it's marketing Daisy decided to buy it anyway. She went to the cashier to pay for the bottle and go back to her hotel. The cashier scanned in the bottle, but he couldn't help but recognize the person in front of him. "Aren't you Daisy Ridley?" Daisy wanted to sigh, but was used to things like this happening and simply hummed in response. The cashier smiled at her as he swapped her bottle under the desk before putting the new one into a small bag. Daisy left the store and went back to her hotel room to unpack her stuff. When she was done, the british actress decided to freshen up a bit. After finishing her routine Daisy applied the new perfume she bought. It smelt so perfect for her, so good that she could hardly focus on the knock on her room door. Daisy snapped out of her trance and opened the door, expecting someone from the hotel staff or something like that, but instead she was greated by Sophie Turner and a man in a suit. Daisy was stunned for a bit, hardly able to form a sentence out of suprise "S-Sophie what the bloody hell are you doing here?" The redhead simply laughed in response as she and the man entered the room " Well i heard you bought some of my perfume and i wanted to make sure you totally dig it." Saying that Daisy was confused would be the understatement of the century "H-How do you know i bought this?" Sophie giggled again at Daisys words "Ya know you remind me of myself a few months ago. Asking to many questions. Luckily my special bottle will take care of it." Daisy wanted to question the redhead further as her throat started to scratch and she started to feel dizzy "W-Wha.. like what the hell is going on?" This was when the man started to speak up "I'm glad you ask Daisy. You see our perfume 'American Bimbeau' isn't just a name, its a lifestyle. And we made sure you'd feel this lifestyle completely. The same what we did to miss Slurper over here" he said patting Sophies butt at the end "We distribute special editions to special costumers who can help us expand our brand and you are a special costumer Daisy" The brunette was to confused to respond, but would have hardly had the time for it anyway because Sophie continued the explanation "I'm gonna give you the same conditions i was given. You will let us spend all your money on the company, you'll more than happily do any kind of advertisement we want from you and you're gonna act as a pleasure slave for company executives like me and my man over here." An hour ago Daisy would have vomited right here and there, but now she simply nods at Sophies words, who just smiles in response "Good Girl i think it's time for you to act on one of your duties now" she simply said as she unbuckled the mans pants and dropped her panties on the floor. Daisy couldn't help but give them a dumb smile as she stuck the fingers of one hand into Sophies clit and wrapped the other hands around the mans cock. Sophie smiled even brighter in pleasure, but the man didn't seem really convinced yet "You gotta put some more effort in, if you want to be the face of 'American Bimbeau' in Nevada. Daisy nodded quickly as she pushed her fingers deeper into Sophies pussy, who just moaned loudly at this point, and jerked faster at the mans cock. After a few minutes the man spread his semen all over Daisys face and Sophie followed soon as she pushed the brunettes head under her clit and squirted all over her. After this Sophie simply picked her panties back up and left with the man. By the next week you couldn't go anywhere in Nevada without seeing Daisy and Sophie sexually posing for 'American Bimbeau'
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no matter how certain
certain folk may feel,
what's felt is a feeling
unproved, thus unreal.
believing - yes,
unbelieving - no,
choose a position,
and there you go.
i really don't 'feel'
it's important at all.
science, i think
should make the call.
...but absolute certainty
either way is unseemly.
[not quite a sonnet]
pip
certain folk may feel,
what's felt is a feeling
unproved, thus unreal.
believing - yes,
unbelieving - no,
choose a position,
and there you go.
i really don't 'feel'
it's important at all.
science, i think
should make the call.
...but absolute certainty
either way is unseemly.
[not quite a sonnet]
pip © 2010 - 2024 alapip
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"i really don't 'feel'
it's important at all.
science, i think
should make the call.
...but absolute certainty
either way is unseemly."
^ This! (Or in other words this is how i also 'feel')
it's important at all.
science, i think
should make the call.
...but absolute certainty
either way is unseemly."
^ This! (Or in other words this is how i also 'feel')