silly+messy+ironic

Well... well..hello someome?
I don't have my name yet. But you know my elder sister. Her name is neom.  
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I swear,I swear to my heart , eternal love with you.
I don't scare thousand knives. If you are on my side.

See! Covered with your blood.
I swear to this warm blood.
I am on your side through all eternity.   
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It's so amazing.
There are two person who live in different place who have different work,
Who use different languages ,different at all.
But they met at some silly virtual world.

It's so amazing.
They have three or four hours time difference,
but they can spend great time together.

It's so amazing.
They sometimes restates their words,
because they use same words and same expression.

They know this is kind of silly.
But they can feel something.  
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N: Well... Tazan is fantasy at all.
H:Right.
N:But do you know existed person who is similar to Tazan.
H:The first letter is " K" , hun?
N: ya ya ... " Kaspar Hauser" he is.  
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N: hey, honey?
C: yeah?
N: Please fly to me. Please...
C: across the moonlight ocean.  
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N: Hey...hey honey. Can you sing something for me ?
C: hmmm ok. Just for you.
C: Just kind of humming, yse?
N: Sounds nice. Sing for me, please...



C: ♪〜
N: Honey... You are my DIVA !!  
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N: Well...I'm interest in Buddhism, yes. But actually I'm atheist.
C: yeah...I'm also.  
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....but recall a novel he'd once picked up
from the pile on Moushumi's side on the bed,
an English translation of something French ,
in which the main characters were simply
referred to for hundreds of pages, as He and She.
He had read it in a matter of hours,
oddly relieved that the means of the characters
were never revealed. It had been an unhappy love story.
If only his own life were so simple.

by jhumpa lahiri "the namesakes"

なんて書いてあるかは↓  
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Sorry honey,I finally uploaded this.
ねおちゃんてば、ろまんちくちく。

あなたと壊れてしまった訳じゃないけど、いつもあなたに幸せを。
I'm not break heart with you... but honey? i wish you love always.
This is kind of letter for you. Thank you always.

  
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音のない雨って（ほんとは音あるんだけど）。  
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きれいなおねいさんたち。



  
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Sky high!! Fly high!! As much as possible.
Don't try to feel free. Just feel free.


  
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There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday
There's a black hat caught in a high tree top
There's a flag-pole rag and the wind won't stop

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess i'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a fossil that's trapped in a high cliff wall
That's my soul up there
There's a dead salmon frozen in a waterfall
That's my soul up there
There's a blue whale beached by a springtime's ebb
That's my soul up there
There's a butterfly trapped in a spider's web

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess i'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

There's a king on a throne with his eyes torn out
There's a blind man looking for a shadow of doubt
There's a rich man sleeping on a golden bed
There's a skeleton choking on a crust of bread

There's a red fox torn by a huntsman's pack
There's a black-winged gull with a broken back
There's a little black spot on the sun today
It's the same old thing as yesterday

I have stood here before inside the pouring rain
With the world turning circles running 'round my brain
I guess i'm always hoping that you'll end this reign
But it's my destiny to be the king of pain

Queen of pain
I'll always be queen of pain
I'll always be queen of pain

Lyrics by sting "King of pain"
  
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In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were, it bore not beauty's name;
But now is black beauty's successive heir,
And beauty slander'd with a bastard shame:
For since each hand hath put on nature's power,
Fairing the foul with art's false borrow'd face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress' brows are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Slandering creation with a false esteem:
　　Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
　　That every tongue says beauty should look so.

by William Shakespeare's "sonnet"  
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