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Japan slapped a hand on his alarm clock. It was six in the morning; time for school. He dragged himself off of him bed on the floor. Going to his closet, he pulled out his academy uniform and pulled it on. He could hear the bumping of Taiwan and Vietnam running around to get ready for school. With his uniform on and his bag ready, he stepped out of his room. At that moment, Korea zipped by with Taiwan following him.
“Give me back my hair clip!” She cried.
“Ha ha ha ha ha ha,” Korea cackled.
POCKY DAY FEATURESGreetings all friends, watchers, and random passer-bys!
Today on November 11th (11/11), there is a little random event going on in Japan in which we call it "Pocky's Day".
Q: What's a Pocky's Day?
The company that produces the snack Pocky has set 11/11 as "Pocky's Day" just to celebrate with randomness.
Conspiracy of snack companies, I know lol
You can check out their website, and see how much derp they have done so far!
I'm just joining the bandwagon to celebrate this random event for fun and have some excuses to eat pockys lol
As I have posted on my poll few days ago, I'm going to keep my words and hold "POCKY DAY FEATURES"
Anyone is welcome to join - all you gotta do is submit a deviation that's related to Pocky, and give me the link to it (you can just leave it as a comment on this journal or note me.). Then I'll be more than happy to feature it for you on my journal!
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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