Post by Sofiya Mihailova on Dec 17, 2007 17:59:22 GMT -5
Sofiya Mihailova.
[/color][/font][/center]:: Sixteen :: Gryphon :: Eccentric :: Resourceful ::
[/color][/center]Time is a crooked bow. :: Past Relationship.
Encores can be fatal :: Unhealthy Relationship.
When two substances collide :: Mutual physical attraction.
Don't make me choose between rhyme or reason. :: One-sided attraction [ Sofiya ]
It's just the concept of the land. :: One-sided attraction. [ You ]
If you're made of calcium, I’ll have to take a taste. :: Flirt.
Our mouths are filled with invited tongues of others. :: Purely sexual.
Moderation itself can be a kind of extreme. :: Forbidden.
A fantastic voyage to parts unknown. :: Future.
I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain. :: Current.
The one with eyes that say those words I cannot find. :: Eternal love; the real deal. [ o/1 ] [/color][/font]
Complexities of the Soul.
You know the truth is a seed. :: Mother-Figure.
Staring up at an inverted compass. :: Father-figure.
You are really MX-missile-proof. :: Like a brother.
Took my hand and led me down to watch a papilion parade. :: Like a sister.
I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade. :: Best Friends.
Precious territory. :: Protective [ You ]
We'll fight, we'll fight, we'll fight. :: Protective [ Sofiya ]
The good kids sprouting horns. :: Partners in Crime.
We had survived to turn on the history channel. :: Long-standing friends.
Oh, I’m in a lull. :: Fairly good friends.
Laws of physics lose their sway. :: Forbidden friendship.
Molecules decide to change their form. :: Budding Friendship.
Youthful indiscretion now is suddenly the norm. :: Future Friendship.
With our machinations and our palindromes. :: Fair-weather friends.
The words we use have lost their bite. :: Enemies turned Friends. [/right][/color][/font]
Baseness of the Body:
She's got blood in her eyes for you. :: Mortal Enemies.
Thank God it's fatal. :: Bitter enemies.
Mistaken for closeness is just a case of mitosis :: Love turned Hate.
My conceptual hell. :: Friends turned enemies.
A fatal premonition :: Betrayal [ Sofiya ]
These looms that weave apocrypha. :: Betrayal [ You ]
No, we don't want to hear the sound of a draw. :: Rivals.
Be a good little solider. :: Dislike by affiliation.
We're taking all our myths to the bank. :: Perceived Threat. [You ]
You blame it on some non-existent force. :: Perceived threat. [ Sofiya ]
Maybe you’re not invited to my action adventure. :: Mild Dislike. [ You ]
You thought the core was the rind. :: Mild Dislike. [ Sofiya]
We'll give you a complex, and we'll give it a name. :: Annoyance.
Does it matter if we're all matter when we're done? :: Bad first impressions.[/color][/font][/left]
The Spaces In-between.
Scatter like a billion spores. :: Indifference.
Take your places now, cause we're all predisposed. :: Curiosity.
Just a nod to mortality :: Acquaintances.
Light will fill our eyes like cats. :: Housemates.[/right][/color][/font]
Consensual Consequences.
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