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The Definition of InsanityHave you ever questioned the true meaning of insanity?
Some say it’s buried deep in this feeling we call love,
Others say it’s a sign of utter madness,
For me it is traveling blindly through life,
With a gun aimed at my temple,
My finger taut on the trigger,
But never able to pull it,
Longing for the echo of the metallic click,
I know I’ll never pull it though,
Because I walk beside my other half,
Another gun held to my head,
As I hold one against their’s,
That’s the true meaning of insanity,
Trusting each other to never pull either trigger.
Supernatural Sunnydale“Come on Sammy!” Dean called as he walked out of the small bathroom of their cheap hotel room, running a hand through his still wet hair.
Sam was sitting cross-legged on his bed, absentmindedly flipping the pages of their father’s journal.
“Where are we going?” Sam asked giving Dean a curious look.
“We’ve got a case.” Dean replied, pulling his jacket on over his black T-shirt.
“Where is the case, Dean?” Sam asked again, this time looking Dean dead in the eyes.
“Sunnydale California…” Dean finally answered with a sigh.
“Now why was it so hard to tell me where we were going?” Sam asked.
Dean rolled his eyes as he grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder.
“Because Sam, there’s a girl there I used to know.”
Sam shook his head trying to suppress a laugh, because he understood what his brother meant by when he said he used to know a girl.
“Now are you coming with me or not
Twenty-three years before the crippling of Crown Prince James III
He was fourteen and she was probably aged about the same, give or take a few years. It had been an hour since he'd met her.
He hated her already.
She scowled behind him and likely shared the sentiment as they scampered up the hillside in a desperate attempt to escape the roaring mob that seemed to be growing perpetually larger and coming ever-closer. Gabriel would have liked to say that it was all her fault he was in this situation, though it was his careless nicking ofwhat was it? A chicken that started the first old woman running, but how was he supposed to know that she'd stumble and fall and everyone else would think he'd assaulted her?
He hadn't. He'd taken the chicken, snapped its neck and run, because he hadn't eaten meat in weeks and he was starting to feel the affects on his already weak limbs.
This is what happens, he thought. This is what happens when you live like th
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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