That’s the difference between morning and night: mornings are sloshy oatmeal in plastic bowls with bottle-blue rims; nights are over-heated casseroles and sickly-looking fruit from a can.
I love the metaphors you think of here. I was actually almost gagging as I pictured the food that you chose to identify with the night and day. Like...ew. And that's agreat really awesome thing, because physical reactions from readers are telling you you're doing a good job.
...I just realised how perverted that sounded.
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I wonder if he still has the bloody red scratches down his face to prove it.
Oh, that is...*searches for outdated word that no one else will use*...that was righteous xD
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There’s nothing missing in my mind; I know I’m not an amnesiac.
I know I’m not sick.
And I know I didn’t do anything wrong.
What I still don’t know is why I’m here.
Mm. Powerful, son! xD
I really like the idea of this. It sounds really good =] I can't wait to see what you have planned.
bill kaulitz, check it out ^-^
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