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Heya, hiya. Early, short entry today in case They make me go out to celebrate tonight. ::shivers::
Spinning in a blue tranquilitude that leads to the unbreachable muchness of thing.
::shivers again::
::rubs hands briskly together::
Glad that's over with.
Snippet, um, g? h? Whichever. Puppies again.
~
Freak of Nurture (default title)
Part A
sgb
Justin Timberlake lives inside a world that is a vast clockwork toy, each piece and movement harmoniously creating a seamless display. He believes in God, and thinks the performance of this wondrous mechanism is for the pleasure of the creator. It angers him a little when any part is out of line and he always knows his own role exactly, because everything must be perfect for the only real being that exists.
It takes twenty-one years for him to realize that he doesn't feel it like others do.
He has perfected the art of seeming emotion, and never knew the mild irritations, blithe affections, melancholy instants were only pale shadows of something real. His restlessness at the advent of Wade appeared to be driving ambition. He was sure Lance's habit of asking him if the band was finished enraged him.The gentle affection he had for Britney Spears seemed to him a great passion. He had nothing else to compare it to, before today and the crashing bloody vibrancy of a world in which his friend JC Chasez could step outside his assigned sphere and lay his lips on Justin's own.
~
Have a bit of a world in my head, behind this one. MIGHT actually write more of it. Maybe. Snippet Manifesto notwithstanding.
Right, goodnight.
Spinning in a blue tranquilitude that leads to the unbreachable muchness of thing.
::shivers again::
::rubs hands briskly together::
Glad that's over with.
Snippet, um, g? h? Whichever. Puppies again.
~
Freak of Nurture (default title)
Part A
sgb
Justin Timberlake lives inside a world that is a vast clockwork toy, each piece and movement harmoniously creating a seamless display. He believes in God, and thinks the performance of this wondrous mechanism is for the pleasure of the creator. It angers him a little when any part is out of line and he always knows his own role exactly, because everything must be perfect for the only real being that exists.
It takes twenty-one years for him to realize that he doesn't feel it like others do.
He has perfected the art of seeming emotion, and never knew the mild irritations, blithe affections, melancholy instants were only pale shadows of something real. His restlessness at the advent of Wade appeared to be driving ambition. He was sure Lance's habit of asking him if the band was finished enraged him.The gentle affection he had for Britney Spears seemed to him a great passion. He had nothing else to compare it to, before today and the crashing bloody vibrancy of a world in which his friend JC Chasez could step outside his assigned sphere and lay his lips on Justin's own.
~
Have a bit of a world in my head, behind this one. MIGHT actually write more of it. Maybe. Snippet Manifesto notwithstanding.
Right, goodnight.
