Rooster Teeth

I didn't really do it. You should know nothing like that ever happens to me.

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Well I wrote your name and burned it.

To see the colour of the flame.

And it burned out the whole spectrum.

As if you were everything.

Mine just burned gold.

A normal flame.

I am not anything.

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We're all suffering for our sins.

The beginning of the end

Why do you keep pushing me to darker and darker places?

You said you're the one I could always rely on. The one I should always talk to.

Don't say you know, don't say you understand.

You don't know anything. You don't understand this.

Stop pushing me, or I'll get lost.

Edge Of Destiny

"But the mud," Zojja said, not for the first time. "And the bugs." She slapped the back of her neck, and her hand came away red. the burst body of a gigantic mosquito was pasted to her palm. She shook the incest from her hand, then saw another giant mosquito land on Snaff's face.
"You got one!"
Snaff went crossed-eyed, staring at the gangly critter. "Look at that proboscis!" he said in genuine wonder. Just then, the blood sucker rammed its snout right through Snaff's left nostril. He sneezed, a blast of air that shot through the proboscis, inflated the mosquito and popped it. Snaff gazed cross-eyed at the limp thing, then dragged it from his face. "A design flaw, I'd call that."

The act of expression through voice

If I could replace my voice box with an instrument, it would be a piano. Life would be slightly easier then.