Eaglesburg Chapter 1 Just because you have forgotten doesn't mean that I have. Don't leave me stranded with these memories, where realms of my mind become akin to an island;Eaglesburg Chapter 1 by saintxjacob
where every overturned stone reveals something crisp and clear and vivid that'd you'd see as something completely new. I'll try my very hardest to force connections
between people with the most obscure of associations. Heated associations, driven by emotions so powerful, yet allowed to fall to the wayside after so many years.
These synapses have been neglected, abandoned because they were no longer needed, no longer relevant. They are merely in stasis, not in decay yet. If I try hard
enough, I can force them to fire again. To remember who I am, who we were, what we did and why we're here. Because truth is, I miss it, I miss us, and I miss
what we did. There's no longer a place for our group in this world. We've all moved on to lead lives that we never expected...or that we had always expected.
Happiness still drives us. Secure i
Love SpudsA potato. Think about it. Roses at any other time besides mid-February, are cheap. A couple days before Valentines Day, they will be rediculously expensive. Potatoes are always cheap, always delicious - in a word, potatoes are consistent. Consistent like my love, which is kind of crappy.Love Spuds by saintxjacob
Roses wither and die over time. Potatoes just grow extra weird shit on them. What kind of statement would you rather make to your love? "My love for you is superficial, like the beauty in this flower and you will wither and die, and I'll go get a new flower." or "Yeah, you might be getting kinda ugly, but my love for you continues to grow."
Plus, potatoes can be used as a battery.
|Someone took my socks. Someone is going to have to die.|