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Post by |D| e a n s t e r on Sept 29, 2008 15:52:30 GMT -5
L u s c i o u s Isn't life just peachy?
A young man slowly made his way between the hot springs. He was depressed, it was easy to tell. He back was arched, his shoulders slumped forward, his head down, his black eyes staring at the ground. He wore tight fitting, faded black jeans, checkered vans that were falling apart, a tight fitting black t-shirt with a striped jacket over it. His colorful hair fell down into his face.
Up above storm clouds gathered in the sky. It seemed like it was in the movies. He was sad, the world was sad. But it was always like that. Being a demon of weather, it happened if he liked it or not. He never planned these things, but never really noticed that he did them. Most of the time he just thought it was the weather, not him controlling it.
Slowly, large heavy raindrops fell down form the dark gray clouds over head. Luscious stopped, and slowly looking straight up. The drops hit his face, and he just closed his eyes, wishing he could justdrown in them and end this miserable life he had. [/blockquote]
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