connor writes a chessa fic by TotalWeirdo666, literature
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connor writes a chessa fic
One glorious kawaii space day, on the... Death... Ship... Galactica... Star Enterprise, Connor, the cool red shirt who never died ever was being totally hot and awesome.
Suddenly, a russian guy appeared and he was all like: "JA I AM PAVEL CHEKOV YES. Y'ARRRR" and Connor was like "awesome" and Pavel was like "BONJOUR, LET'S GO GET SOME BONZAI DRINKS AND CHICKS BECAUSE WE ARE SO PIMPIN'. HOHOHO"
"but I will get all the chicks," said Connor, "because I am really hot and I guess you are okay"
"yeah it's true," said chekov, the pirate russian
so they totally went down to the S.S Swagship's spacerave bar where there were all kinds of hot alien ba
Being lazy is productive but also lazy because the product of being lazy is more laziness which was produced by being lazy.
The more time you spend being lazy, the lazier you get. It means you're producing more laziness with each minute you spend lazing around being lazy.
But then again, if being lazy produces more laziness, then it's being productive instead of lazy because it's productive laziness. But, since it's productiveness that's coming from laziness, then technically it's still being lazy because it is only more laziness that is being produced from the productive laziness. Therefore you are being both productive and lazy at the sam
I am tired. I stayed up all night, excited for your arrival. Our friend has been here almost as long as I have. He and I had hardly anything to do. As a result, we filled the days with pranks, video games, and delivery pizza. It is fun for a little, but it quickly becomes tiresome.
He went to bed early last night, mumbling something about his novel being finished but needing editing. I could not sleep. I watched several movies through the night to keep occupied. I dozed several times, but was instantly reminded of the day’s events ahead, and a jolt of adrenaline woke me once more.
It is now eight in the morning. Our friend has gone to
Your words fill my mind
I hear them so strongly all the time
Sweet nothings whispered in the dark
You know the dark so well
I fall into it every day
But how can I continue this?
It is wrong and we push it further
It is sweet and intoxicating
This love is too heavy for me
Yet it wraps me in its folds each day
Those kisses, those kisses I can never get over
Your hands on my back, my shoulders, everywhere
Each time I want to leave
They pull me back into comfort
And this sense of rebellion is addictive
It is funny, the way this works
I cannot stop it, I do not want it to stop
It is hurting so many
All I can do is cry and cry and