Zeer's Soliloquy.

Coping, as I am about to finish P5R again. Yes I am an Akeshu shipper. Enjoy. [--------------------------------------------] First, and Likely Last. February 2 20XX It is a cold evening in Yongen-Jaya, not unusual since winter is in full swing. Though, tonight seems colder than normal somehow. The Café... sits still with a thick silence after His terrible reveal. I wanted to believe it wasn't true. That it was a lie, a fabrication... something to spook us into taking his deal. My heart is bruised. No, it is more than just that, it is wounded and bleeding, from a wound I thought had closed. He left, after uttering such world shattering, such heartbreaking words.  Why? Why did it have to end up that way three months ago… Akechi: You're the one who's going to disappear! Akechi violently screamed as he turned his gun from the Phantom Thieves and to his cognitive self. And a loud bang rings out as he fires a shot straight into the cognitive fake. Immediately after, he turns str...

Dear Bianca,      Something strange occurred to me while writing The Fatalist… That as I write, I realize the best characters, the best emulations of living, breathing people, cannot be controlled, cannot be written exactly to be what I want them to be. Funny, is it not? That the writer cannot control his work. But it makes all too much sense, if I simply wrote Clara to be the tool that drives the plot, she would not emulate a person, she would be… Well a tool, an item to move the story. So I thought about it deeply, and I realized that if I as a writer cannot truly control my creation when it is at its zenith, its absolute greatest, who am I to control a real person, to control you? I love my characters, my work, I love you too. But I cannot think of controlling either… It would be unnatural, would it not? Truly, the best written work emulates life in its natural state, uncontrolled, free, with a will of it’s own. And that’s what happened, my great works are not what I t...

  Rose Blanche - Poem Collection II Narcisolidarities <><><><> Actually by: Zeerdank <><><><> Evil of evils, first a growing hate now an ego unchecked. Such a topic is what I ceded to follow and collect, this time… Of course. Dear me, I solemnly hope that you can enjoy, such, sick…? Bitter…? Toxic… Yes, such toxic delectables– Of which have been, by yours truly, plucked from the minds of, including yours truly, ego-fueled maniacs.  Farewell~ - Rose Blanche <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> I - Regards Tu, Yourself The self suffices night and day Of a matter egocentral Felling thy imagical grandeurs So contradicting to le soi A doer, pursuer of ‘ceited endeavour à la vain-fulls chasing joy Je t'aime to adieu, spoken easy Oh you, looking fine, mercy willing Aime de soi wraps a knock ‘Cept the door stays unlocked Lover’s nothings suffocating Reads...