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meeeeeh not listening to muuuuuuuuuuuusic muuuuuuuuuuuust learn to write without muuuuuuuuuuusic =3= its kinda like cartman tryin to "reach these kiiiiiidz" meeeh think thiiiink eloooooooooongated words >.> totally not buying tiiiiiiiiiime
meeeeeh too hung up on prof layton and the ball busting riddles >.>

It sits in front of you, laughing, taunting you. No, that's just insanity, nothing so simple could be this difficult. You should be able to figure this out. You aren't stupid, you know you aren't.
You've tried to give up, walk away from this before you really go mad. Each time you get up it shackle your mind and pulls you towards it again. You sit with your head in your hands as it stares you down. Such a simple thing in theory, staring at you with wide eyed anticipation. Even it knows you should be able to get this, but you can't.
Why? Three letters that can never be answered no matter how much thinking you do. But, you continue to think it through, there has to be an answer. Thinking away the years, your impatient youth leaves you for different pleasures. Your body becomes weak from being unused, all of your energy being sent directly to the brain.
You can no longer move away from your thoughts, even if your master would ease its hold on the chains that bind you. Your body has become useless, wasted away into a bitter husk. You sit as you did in your youth, leaning forward, elbows resting on your knees, and you determined mouth hidden behind clasped hands.
Suddenly the sun bursts through dust covered windows, the outside is waking up. Children play in the streets while staying away from your "haunted old house." Birds are singing, cats lay sunbathing, and dogs yap happily as they chase after their young masters. But, you can't see it, your lifeless eyes can no longer see anything. You feel yourself being torn from your shackled body and out of the rotting building.
You can see the described setting as you are pulled farther and farther away. A smile is spread across your lipless face. It really was such and easy question after all, you just had to look at it a little differently. The question still sits in your abandoned dwelling, snickering to itself about its newest victim. Meanwhile its brother, the one you searched for for so long, is outside playing with the children on the streets.
Why not?

At this point the continuous postings are namely to piss off a certain person who took it upon themself to try to read through all of these. Happy easter ya crazy! Now all we need to do is rescue snowball from the evil dude in rome and we're good for an adventure! I dunno if I even like this one all that much ^^; I'll look it over when I'm not high on choco bunnehs and curry chicken. . . maaaaaaaybe. meh too friggin long oh and by the way I gave up and started to type this while listening to random music XP right now its chain and its doin absolutely nothin cept maybe helpin me pick up the typing speed . . . a lil bit . . . am i raaaaaaaaaaaaaambling agaaaaaaaain???? Oh weeeeeeeeell captive audiences cant complain! night night =o=zzzzzz
^OoO^ <- woke up HOLY NUTCRACKERS! I didn't end this sugar vomitingly happy ha HA! night all!