Power of Kingdoms. Highschool drama.
Herlum Barka and Derek Apollo, are a couple and like many couples they annoy the :puck out of you. The day begins of nice. Awardice and Cordance, are the Highstudents of the A council from A highschool and like these two couples are very annoying but in the difference of being successful when many are not hardly ever given a chance to be in this special club. Run along, class is beginning.
Shut the eyes and list to the lecture, of course. It is okay to snooze in this qainte community college. It has all begun yet again. This struggle to draw and write and this struggle to study and simply pass. And the bashing of your head to pass! But you will continue to draw and write.
You are Jerek Moons Monneyt. Continue to survive.
The day is unkind and the lab is loud as always and the cheating is strings and wires that fill the room, you the only one not being strung to anyone, these strings and not listening or connecting through any wires, oh, kind hope, arise! To the precipice. Of what you need to do.
Long hair, and likeable curves, a girl of kind but civil tendencies says hello, you say hello back. And then in the course of this day, you find yourself in an argument with the cheaters of this class. And you pray they do not gang up on you, so tender and so kind. People of such lower ranking A scheme.
The fellows from the A highschool and not the B are real students, and there is a girl you feel takes your breathe away. She is Mandie Jackiesone, a real brilliant force of making good marks and stuff, you smile. Yes, I can ask her out. I can do it. But amongst the other things you find that you have yet to accomplish yet like your comics, you decided to not do so at all. You will never get anywhere, you figure. As people in this area are not known for their understanding ability but their hatred of anything creative. Its typically sad. To be conflicted by these demons and feelings in the midst of what could be love. But will talking to her, make any of your problems better. For all of this hostile environment, people could be waiting to lynch you just for making this move. As just you did in the class to expose the cheaters, taking such a move would be like murdering yourself. Maybe. You can just practice your craft in her steed, in hopes of seeing her later in a better climate.
Just watch from afar from now. No need to get involved. No need to get beat up and no need to be bullied. For this girl to probably just show you up and your progress gone? Completely gone and left to fend against these mindless texting fools who cannot even complete a simple english assignment.
Look for friends, there are none. There are none in which you can encounter and none that you can follow. You may look to the Ann, the Anna, the Annabel, the Angelica, the Angelcristoff and the AngelMartin, but you may find no friend. They are all free from your struggle but placed in an inferior struggle, barely doing their work, yet they are somehow high classed? What a sham?
I mean, pick up the game, my "chivalrous" non-stridant students.
And tell your story, then of course, you can be the hero, in this warped reality where if people do exist like you, you can only see them for a short while because the time you buy is so short for what things you try to accomplish before you can buy even more.
Rise from the grounds of this highschool affair. And even when these wise craft fools appear in the staircase in front of you to mock you. Herlum Barka stands and is carried by Derek Apollo once they see you and this strikes a fury, a mountain of fury. They look at you strange at every encounter previous and before and what is striking is that they are not sorry at all. Something like this is just harassment over and over. The situation is so bad, you need to motivate yourself to get through to the end of the day, some reason to get home for. But there is no home anymore.
There is only grief and agony. Yet you carry on.
And only of the fuel of mind and prospects do you carry on.
People have dimmed their candles when they see you.
The little teenagers think they are interested in you, but then they are not, and you surely are not, but play this game as if to say you are kinda of interested as if to not get anymore of any crazed upsurpers in your daily life and plans. That come specifically to waste your time, as they are not even sure they are interested in you, talking behind your back and issues and such and such.
They gaze at you with uninterest and pain, such uninterest that is just pain, but specified for you. Your plans do not matter to you, they might as well be shooting deer with these pained eyes. They speak words and gossip you do not understand, and everyone from the teachers to the students mock you. While you just sit and study and how these people hidden try to upsurp you, is unforgivable.
Spreading rumors, girls coming to you and then speaking. As if you matter to be degraded and matter no other matter, and yet, you have no one you care for.
They do not know this name.
They refuse to know.
They do not care to know.
They hate you and they hate your name.
This pushing you already to the brink of your patience, but you continue, what about me?
And then you remember all this torrent of emotions is nothing for what you have been working on, and so you dive to fix it and you will be gone a long time, a while even.
But soon you return, faster than you have ever even returned. It is quiet sad.
Quiet sad, to be of this personal affixation.
In which society is so used to seeing such violence and such queer imagery that you are not you.
You are some criminal. But you will not live to talk about these people in their faiths, but just as they were then. Because that is the only thing needed to be held in account. This sad encounter of strangers, who are literally pushing you down and you spill your coffee.
Coffee is the thing to make when people literally force the ideas of these puppets onto you.
Coffee reminds you of going to the bookstore and imagining the books of your creation on the shelf.
Coffee reminds you of where you and your beloved could go and see one of your books on the shelf, if standing there to show off or passing by. If there is a power in the kingdoms, you must continue on and never end. You must not let a concussion. Kill your drive, meager idiotic rambling and acts, lies, and violence kill your drive, you must not let these things of high darkness consort your mind with the heavy false futures and thoughts. You must not let people kill your drive to survive just because they see these things too. And hardly know how to deal with them let alone do right with them. Come on and let the drive against this violence begin!
Fight the fight, to win all, and depict these villians, this Herlum Barka and Derek Apollo as they are.
Shut the eyes and list to the lecture, of course. It is okay to snooze in this qainte community college. It has all begun yet again. This struggle to draw and write and this struggle to study and simply pass. And the bashing of your head to pass! But you will continue to draw and write.
You are Jerek Moons Monneyt. Continue to survive.
The day is unkind and the lab is loud as always and the cheating is strings and wires that fill the room, you the only one not being strung to anyone, these strings and not listening or connecting through any wires, oh, kind hope, arise! To the precipice. Of what you need to do.
Long hair, and likeable curves, a girl of kind but civil tendencies says hello, you say hello back. And then in the course of this day, you find yourself in an argument with the cheaters of this class. And you pray they do not gang up on you, so tender and so kind. People of such lower ranking A scheme.
The fellows from the A highschool and not the B are real students, and there is a girl you feel takes your breathe away. She is Mandie Jackiesone, a real brilliant force of making good marks and stuff, you smile. Yes, I can ask her out. I can do it. But amongst the other things you find that you have yet to accomplish yet like your comics, you decided to not do so at all. You will never get anywhere, you figure. As people in this area are not known for their understanding ability but their hatred of anything creative. Its typically sad. To be conflicted by these demons and feelings in the midst of what could be love. But will talking to her, make any of your problems better. For all of this hostile environment, people could be waiting to lynch you just for making this move. As just you did in the class to expose the cheaters, taking such a move would be like murdering yourself. Maybe. You can just practice your craft in her steed, in hopes of seeing her later in a better climate.
Just watch from afar from now. No need to get involved. No need to get beat up and no need to be bullied. For this girl to probably just show you up and your progress gone? Completely gone and left to fend against these mindless texting fools who cannot even complete a simple english assignment.
Look for friends, there are none. There are none in which you can encounter and none that you can follow. You may look to the Ann, the Anna, the Annabel, the Angelica, the Angelcristoff and the AngelMartin, but you may find no friend. They are all free from your struggle but placed in an inferior struggle, barely doing their work, yet they are somehow high classed? What a sham?
I mean, pick up the game, my "chivalrous" non-stridant students.
You struggle day and night writing and drawing in public and the secret! But no one notices, in this particular manner. But carry on brave soldier of heart and mind!And beat the drum of your time, you do, in the song and the story. Awardice and Cordance do not invite you amongst their ranks and decide to beat you up in time, where are the friends, like in your story, the misfits placed together? There are no heroes, but yourself considering you can survive this.
And tell your story, then of course, you can be the hero, in this warped reality where if people do exist like you, you can only see them for a short while because the time you buy is so short for what things you try to accomplish before you can buy even more.
Rise from the grounds of this highschool affair. And even when these wise craft fools appear in the staircase in front of you to mock you. Herlum Barka stands and is carried by Derek Apollo once they see you and this strikes a fury, a mountain of fury. They look at you strange at every encounter previous and before and what is striking is that they are not sorry at all. Something like this is just harassment over and over. The situation is so bad, you need to motivate yourself to get through to the end of the day, some reason to get home for. But there is no home anymore.
There is only grief and agony. Yet you carry on.
And only of the fuel of mind and prospects do you carry on.
People have dimmed their candles when they see you.
The little teenagers think they are interested in you, but then they are not, and you surely are not, but play this game as if to say you are kinda of interested as if to not get anymore of any crazed upsurpers in your daily life and plans. That come specifically to waste your time, as they are not even sure they are interested in you, talking behind your back and issues and such and such.
They gaze at you with uninterest and pain, such uninterest that is just pain, but specified for you. Your plans do not matter to you, they might as well be shooting deer with these pained eyes. They speak words and gossip you do not understand, and everyone from the teachers to the students mock you. While you just sit and study and how these people hidden try to upsurp you, is unforgivable.
Spreading rumors, girls coming to you and then speaking. As if you matter to be degraded and matter no other matter, and yet, you have no one you care for.
They do not know this name.
They refuse to know.
They do not care to know.
They hate you and they hate your name.
This pushing you already to the brink of your patience, but you continue, what about me?
And then you remember all this torrent of emotions is nothing for what you have been working on, and so you dive to fix it and you will be gone a long time, a while even.
But soon you return, faster than you have ever even returned. It is quiet sad.
Quiet sad, to be of this personal affixation.
In which society is so used to seeing such violence and such queer imagery that you are not you.
You are some criminal. But you will not live to talk about these people in their faiths, but just as they were then. Because that is the only thing needed to be held in account. This sad encounter of strangers, who are literally pushing you down and you spill your coffee.
Coffee is the thing to make when people literally force the ideas of these puppets onto you.
Coffee reminds you of going to the bookstore and imagining the books of your creation on the shelf.
Coffee reminds you of where you and your beloved could go and see one of your books on the shelf, if standing there to show off or passing by. If there is a power in the kingdoms, you must continue on and never end. You must not let a concussion. Kill your drive, meager idiotic rambling and acts, lies, and violence kill your drive, you must not let these things of high darkness consort your mind with the heavy false futures and thoughts. You must not let people kill your drive to survive just because they see these things too. And hardly know how to deal with them let alone do right with them. Come on and let the drive against this violence begin!
Fight the fight, to win all, and depict these villians, this Herlum Barka and Derek Apollo as they are.
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