Ladies and gentlemen, hoboes and tramps,
Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants.
I come before you and stand behind,
To tell you of something that's not on my mind.
Next Thursday, Good Friday, there is to be
A Mother's Day meeting, for fathers only.
Admission is free so please pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor.
Please come and listen alone with us,
The next on the docket we're not to discuss:
The crime that was never committed.
According to Plan Part 3 by Taku-chan13, literature
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According to Plan Part 3
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Mello was stunned. Shocked almost beyond coherent thought. Near, his archenemy, had KISSED him! And then he just sat there like nothing had happened...
The blond teen flopped against the wall and slid to the floor. He briefly attempted to analyze the situation, but soon conceded defeat. This, he decided, was an event that would take some sinking in.
Hesitantly, as if expecting them to burn his flesh,
According to Plan Part 2 by Taku-chan13, literature
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According to Plan Part 2
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Mello didn't sleep much that night. How could he? He was freaking out for reasons he couldn't explain, even to himself. It reached the point that he wasn’t even thinking anymore, just yelling white noise at himself. Hardly restful.
The heartless little sheep, on the other hand, had had a particularly pleasant night’s sleep. The swine.
But early rising was necessary for stage two of his plan to take place.
“Gevanni!” Near yelled from his bed, refusing outright to waste more energy in tormenting his adversary than was absolutely necessary.
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According to Plan Part 1 by Taku-chan13, literature
Literature
According to Plan Part 1
Near’s plan was perfect. No. Perfect didn’t do it justice.
Flawless was more like it.
Automatically assuming, of course, that the blond ladyboy didn’t start flipping the metaphorical tables the blueprints of said plan had been laid out upon, as he had a knack for doing. But Near’s assumptions had a talent for being right. Plus, if you’re wrong, you just have to say ‘sorry’. And what’s the point in apologizing to yourself?
“Gevanni?” The pale boy muttered, carefully balancing a tower of dominoes.
“Yes, Near?”
“Connect me to Mello. I need to... tell him something. A
I wish for a box
Of moss-covered rocks.
I'd keep it next to my bed.
And every day I would fill it again
With the stones that fell out of my head.
I'd find a large toad
While sweeping the road
And keep it to nurture the stones.
And then a small bird
That wrote lots of words
In books full of moss-covered poems.
The rocks would all grow
As you very well know
by the hand of the caring young frog.
The bird would then publish her latest of works;
And ode to a mushroom-spread log.