Am i the only person on earth who thinks fruits-basket rox?
- Izik13
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Am i the only person on earth who thinks fruits-basket rox?
just wondering!^.^
some people say I have ADD but I think...
HEY A CAT!
HEY A CAT!
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R U KIDDING!?!?!?!Am i the only person on earth who thinks fruits-basket rox?
Please, tell me you are!
YES! ur right! why?Malificus wrote: Why do so many people seem to think no one likes what they do?
I mean it wouldn't have gotten so famous, right?
don't u think that's kinda offensive to the other fans, not that it is to me, but I'm just saying
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Yes. You're utterly and remarkably unique. This garners you no attention.
Is this what you wanted to happen? Is this how you wanted it to end? You are standing on a concrete block, on the edge of a field. There's noone. Birds, cats, rats. They are your zodiac. You look at them with sadness.
Yes. This is the life. They may never really be people, but they sure look good on paper.
Ain't that where it ends? But no. You keep standing. A ticking clock sets over the horizon; somewhere in the stratus cloud cover an airplane falls on its side and disappears on the puddle submarine's starboard flank. "German engineering still puts out some fine shit" - you think to yourself, as you scratch your imported cigar holder - "Biologically speaking, I'm probably more superior than all these cats here."
And that's when it happens. Screeching tires tear off the yellow lines on the parking lot behind the willow. A black shadow leaps from the intimidating-looking cockpit, as the engine gulps down its last gallon of gasoline, adding yet another decimal-degree to global warning.
Batman, in all his dark phallic glory, stands before you.
Aw fuck.
Is this what you wanted to happen? Is this how you wanted it to end? You are standing on a concrete block, on the edge of a field. There's noone. Birds, cats, rats. They are your zodiac. You look at them with sadness.
Yes. This is the life. They may never really be people, but they sure look good on paper.
Ain't that where it ends? But no. You keep standing. A ticking clock sets over the horizon; somewhere in the stratus cloud cover an airplane falls on its side and disappears on the puddle submarine's starboard flank. "German engineering still puts out some fine shit" - you think to yourself, as you scratch your imported cigar holder - "Biologically speaking, I'm probably more superior than all these cats here."
And that's when it happens. Screeching tires tear off the yellow lines on the parking lot behind the willow. A black shadow leaps from the intimidating-looking cockpit, as the engine gulps down its last gallon of gasoline, adding yet another decimal-degree to global warning.
Batman, in all his dark phallic glory, stands before you.
Aw fuck.
The Birds are using humanity in order to throw something terrifying at this green pig. And then what happens to us all later, that’s simply not important to them…
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