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-Gone- Sometimes I hear them -Gone-
Sometimes I hear them talk
Sometimes I continue to walk
Sometimes I make it clear what I hope won't be my greatest fear
As time goes on I think that life won't be the same
I turn around and see there's nothing left for me to gain
I made a vow to never again speak your name
But every time I cry, it's as if you've become the rain
Sometimes I hate myself
Sometimes I hate you too
Sometimes I ask myself where to go and what to do
And every time I think about you my heart slowly faints
And every time I bleed I swear I don't feel any pain
Sometimes I wish you were here
That you were near
Sometimes I wish I could dream forever
You and me endlessly dreaming...together
Name: Kruz or "Mutt"(as prefered by the parasite)
Real Name: Xander Solsalin
Date of birth: March 07, 1990
Species: Human(parasitic demon?)
Place of birth: Mexico, La Mora
Zodiacal sign: Pisces
Profession: Kruz: "I actually jump job to job, since I'm just traveling right now."
Cilia: "Just say it! Your a Hobo! HAHAHA!!
Kruz: "shut up."
Personality: Just by looking at him, you can tell he's not one to start a conversation. He's not crazy, but he's not normal. Lets put it this way. If he saw and Elephant with wings playing a banjo and ice cream was coming out of it's ass, he wouldn't react to it.
Hopefully that explains it. Who the hell is prepared for something like that and not react to it? Kruz: "What do you wan't me to do!? Lick the ice cream off it's ass!? Cilia: " *giggle*. Awww..c'mon mutt...chocolate is your favorite! hehehe."
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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