Strawberries in her eyes

She's a rasberry singer, delighting in memories of attrition, raining down cymbals of selection.

The drums beat, the lights dim, the score cranks in.

The soft-lens is so sharp in its location. Direction lies in the company of breaking bricks.

"Glow child - glow in your sweater-slam! Against the car you smash! You feel the chill-crack of the night, the streets wrapping you in car exhaust, the asphalt settling on your soul."

The organ hums in the courtyard. The clapping of shoes leads her away from graduation. Her lip cuts through the mist, and no tears remain.

What the hell? (1)

What the hell? (2)

What the hell? (3)

What the hell? (4)

What the hell? (5)

You are Tygra!

You're incredibly bright, innovative, and handy with a whip!
Yet still you are shy and reserved, even among your friends,
and worries for the future are frequently at the forefront of your thoughts.
Perhaps that's why Silky's fruit has such appeal to you.

What Thundercat Are You? at Cheezey's Thundercats Zone.

11:32 a.m. - 2003-05-30

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