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Love is our Resistance ♥
They'll keep us apart, they won't stop breaking us down

Biography

The name is ELY. Pronounced similar to Alley but I don't live in alleys and neither could I be found there. I'm in love with Century Gothic, Kristen ITC and Rage Italic. And, abit of Tahoma. They're famous, like obviously you'll know who they are. I'm a die-hard fan of White, Pink and Gray. Not much of Black. Chocolate and Cheese are my two best friends, they're always by my side whenever I need them. My greatest enemies are Liar, Backstabber, Hypocrite and Nag. I hate them alot. World would be sucha better place without them all.

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"If we live our life in fear,
I'll wait a thousand years
Just to see you smile again "


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Creditorials

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Monday, November 10, 2008

STORYY TWO :]
title: promise.
author: duhh? ahahas.
Every pace she took, she nudged fervently. The wallowing despair and momentarily accelerated bereavement was consuming her last grasping inhibition. She shook so callously, it ached to attest to a hovering replication. "Miss.." few called out. It was a seemingly nullified appeal. It signified a miffed revelation, beyond humane prehension. The lancinating coercion in her head recoiled futile reprisal against. She floundered her chattering teeth upon her unstaunched, blood-spattered lips.
The blood that flowed was endless, bawling malady of a manifold forebore, a mirthless craze that delved on no cringe, no return. The tears that streamed collided amidst the inherently reluctant makeup, and with each curtsal fixated, she inched futher apart seamlessly. She rebuked her parlance, wrongdoings and inebriation. The railway tracks shunned the aura of credence, a hidden reality. They were inert, the masquerade of an ethereal veneer mounted upon masks, shields, lies and treachery. She instilled skepticism, the wild racy cogitations impeded her train of tolerance.
Flashback. Pain. Hurt. Reprisal. Yesterday. Today. Tomorrow. She retrospected no beliefs. It was disreputable, she was loathed, a nuisance, an incessant nag, a worrywart. She said. They would die in that prolific crash. They would not retreat without antecedent. Dead, she did say. Everybody hollered at her, some smirked a smarmy one, others taunted utmostly. Shut up, they smirked, please shut up. There was no obligation to flinch, she aserted her competence, she clung adamantly to the piping pinnacle. Nouveau riche complied and revered in their onslaught distraught. There was a familiar perception. They conceived her idiocracy and inability to process.
The train that threatened to emerge was a a cascading loom. It was dawning, a hackneyed kismet. The retaining languorous frame was indiscernible in the distance but she knew she was unseen, she just knew. As her lapsing memory faded, as the deafening throes of death lulled and manifested, the beam on her pallor of a face magnified from a thin line of furrow. She was wrenched between a moment of moribund and ruse, she was so pendulously engaged that penetration throughout the dense downfall was in her qualms, she was ravenous. The train was approaching, yelped a signature insinuation. Miss, go away. It kept yowling, the echoes escaped the hearty sensation. Peccadillo! There's still time, Miss. The relentless assuageness pressurized to no avail.
As the train commenced with incest at her foothold, she finally turned her back. She smiled an inconceivably broad one and lunged into the ingabrious pinnacle. As she heaved her last breath, she mustered the withering cry. They would die, she was poised. As the train's hooter groaned and grunted, her limpy body admitted defeat in the acrimonious solace. The last crack ignited chagrin. Her carcass slumped beneath the crude, blabbering vehicle so reticently. The train dashed off the sprawling tracks, undeterred; so ostentiously placated.
Not one flabbergasted individual survived.
She said. They would die in that prolific crash.
In the denounced spate of events, she had the domination to honour her words. But queries blazoned. At what price had she deluded the truculent creatures into? Was she turptitude? Was she a soothsayer? It was unknown.
Maybe for eternity, maybe one day. Maybe one day, we will know.
PS; buhbyes! :)

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