TEMPORARY INSANITY________________________

JASMINE/YUKI-KO

A proud 4B'ian in heart, mind and soul~
Diagnosed with insanity, split personality since 24 Jan 91.
Game, anime, manga, fanfic lover.
Ships YAOI, BL, SHOUNEN-AI in general.

Draws, eats, sleeps, shits, sprouts nonsense, reads.
Sings(?), acts(?), dreams, being a general fucktard.

Wants to open a:
+ Coscafe
+ Orphanage

Wants to be a:
+ Counselling Psychologist
+ Fu Tai Tai(br> + Wife/Mother/Grandmother

Wants to do:
+ Take over the world
+ Experience what it feels like to be a guy for a day
+ Engage in YAOI!!!
+ Get married
+ Have at least 5 kids.
+ Be a goddess XD
+ slimming!
+ Cosplay

Things that she wants to see before she dies:
+ World Peace
+ Reduced Poverty
+ Her kids

Places to see before she dies:
+ Germany
+ Egypt
+ China(historical sites)
+ Italy
+ Russia
+ Japan
+ Thailand
+ Ireland
+ France
+ Museum of Sex XD
+ Benaki Museum(Greece)

Places to see after she dies:
+ Babylon
+ Egpyt
+ Heaven

Questions to ask the GOD(s)/GODDESS(es) in charge after she dies:
+ Who made the world?
+ Who made the pyramids?
+ Are there really life in space?
+ What do they do?
+ Can she have cookies in the afterlife?
+ Can she go and create her own puesdo-world?
+ Can they fall in love with mortals?
+ Are the myths real?
+ Are there really parallel worlds?
+ Do we really create new worlds by just thinking about them?
+ Is the dreamscape a reality, or reality the dreamscape?
+ Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
+ Can someone take her to see the history of the world in its entire-ty, in its exact time?
+ Who was she in her past/pastpast/pastpastpast (etc) life?
+ Why is there a prostate gland in a guy's ass if homo-sex is frowned upon?

TALOS GRYFALCRON

Who am I? Stupid question. Who are you?
Frankly if you want to know, pansy named me Hatsubame Matsurika.
Fuckin' tongue twister, I know.
Kratos would've been cool, 'cept some creature who called himself 'God of War' took it already.
So damn. I've got a female name.

Even though I'm a fuckin' MALE.

But call me Talos anyway.
I'm a fuckin' demon, unfortunately, trapped within a pansy ass mortal, who insists that i do not scar people IRL.
What? You don't like it? THEN FUCKIN' LEAVE ALREADY!
Tch...

About me?
Are you kidding mortal?
There is nothing nice at all to know about me.
I kill pink bunnies and eat them for breakfast.
But, nooooooooooooooooo, my pansy host, decides that bunnies are cute, and should not be eaten.

Who is the pansy?
Tch, Jasmine of course!
18 years of age soon, and she still hasn't grown ANY backbone yet!
Oh the horror!
And I'll let you in on a secret...
She is actually pretty evil on the inside.
Don't tell her i told you.

That's why I choose her.
The potential for evilness.
But like i said, she's too much a pansy and self-conscientious to do anything.

Anyway, a warning for you.(She threatened me to tell you.)
I'm rabid, I'm psycho and I'm not ~~nice~~.
I'll bite anyone i want, and NOBODY can stop me!
Scratch that. Jasmine can.

Tch, self-introduction done.
Can i get on to my fuckin' bashing now?!

The insanity begins.

Friday, November 21, 2008

I wanna swing all my troubles away on the swing.
Forever and ever more.
Because it feels like I'm flying,
Like I've grown wings to escape,
From this freakin' mess i call a life.

I wanna swing all my tears away on the swing,
Watch them fly into the bright morning sun.
Watch the rainbows inside the crystal droplets,
Because it's so pretty that way,
The fact that the gentle wind dries away my tears,
Means i need no one to wipe it away.

I wanna swing all my anger away,
Let the wind whisper soft comforting words in my ear.
Let myself know that it'd be with me,
In rain or shine,
If I just swing and swing and swing.

All the things moving around me, speeding around me,
And i watch them as i swing.
Fast and slow,
High and low,
Swinging independently from the rest of the world.

Watching people make a fool of themselves,
Swinging, swinging, swing.

But sometimes it gets lonely,
Lonely on the swing.
With no one to accompany me,
Only the wind.

And still I swing, swing, swing.

Now the swing is forgotten,
Surely like i am.
Forgotten, forgotten, forgotten.
No one wants to play on the swing anymore.
They've got their games and their technology.
They're so fast-paced,
So busy.

No one has time for an old, old swing.
One that creaks and seems to talk to me.

Swinging, swinging, swing.

Will I ever grow wings in my dream?
Why can't I ever seem to fly?
Why am i still a swinging on my swing,
My lonely swing with the lonely wind?

Why do the people come and go,
Why do they never ever stay?
Why can they spread their wings and fly,
When my wings stay limp,
And i stay a-swinging on my swing?

Why is my swing crumbling?
Why is my swing leaving me?
Who would let me feel like i'm flying,
If i have no swing to go a-swinging?

I don't want my swing to go,
I don't want to stop a-swinging,
I want to hear your creaking and your whispers,
when i go,
Swinging, swinging, swing.

I'll never be able to swing all my tears away again,
Nor my fears or anger or boredom.

I wanna go,
Swinging, swinging, swing,
On my lonely swing with the lonely wind.

Who the FUCK took away my swing?!

fallenINlove*with IVAN & WANG YAO @ 6:43 AM