They all looked around. Just in the middle of nowhere,” alisema bill. Bill searched in his pockets. Hey! My mini meddle fan! He took it out of his pockets and attached it to… the ground. Teehee! I so got you!” alisema the mwandishi of this really weird book. “You should of seen the look on your face!” Back to the story. Bill turned the shabiki on. What are wewe doing?” asked Death. “I’m going to blow us out of here” Bill continued. If I add 3+4, from my calculations, that would equal… 9. Oh I get it. At 9-o-clock we can’t four-get to blow us 3 out of here,” answered Ted. Exactly!” exclaimed Bill. Wait what?” questioned Death. It will work perfectly!” alisema Bill & Ted. It was exactly 9-o-clock. Bill turned the shabiki on, but, the shabiki was all ready on! And the battery power was out. Bill why did wewe leave the shabiki on?” asked Ted in an angry voice. Suddenly the bushes rattled. What was that,” asked Bill frightened. A girl walked out of the bushes. Like why are screaming like so loud,” alisema the Girl. OMG like who is that guy like wearing that weird kofia on his head with white skin?” asked the girl. Weirdos,” she mumbled to her self. How did wewe get here?” asked Ted. This guy named Sucky Sam pretended to be really hot, and than he like became my boy friend and brought me here and he turned into a monster and tried to kill me!” exclaimed the girl. How did wewe get away?” asked Ted.” I don’t know he just alisema he has a bigger problem.” That was us,” alisema Bill & Ted.
It’s the color of you
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for wewe bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
wewe always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid form them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our machungwa, chungwa book bags
Saved us from some pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two machungwa, chungwa crayons
When everyone else was green
Then wewe left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
wewe were in the machungwa, chungwa field in the sky
wewe always alisema was there.
The machungwa, chungwa of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though wewe left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone machungwa, chungwa in the rainbow
Without wewe here
I protect my own
Though I wish wewe were here
Now machungwa, chungwa is my color
A color for wewe bravery
A color for my survival
machungwa, chungwa will forever be our color
Even though death took wewe away
Forever machungwa, chungwa for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
First off, to those of wewe that know me, I haven't ilitumwa at all in awhile, I'm aware my "Nightfall" series hasn't been updated for those of wewe that liked it, but since school started back, I have had hardly any time to write anything. I WILL get back to posting on "Nightfall" if anything else for the sake of completion. But I also discovered the marvolous "Fallout" series a few months back, and decided to try to make a novel out of it. For those of wewe not familiar with the series, "Fallout" is a series of games set in a post-apocyloptic future, and finds a custom made protagonist made customly kwa the player dealing with life in the now wastelandic USA. My story is loosely based off "Fallout 3" but with major differences along the way, so the story is original in that aspect. If wewe guys will read the story, I will make it as adaptable as I can for those who are not familiar with it. Please leave comments, so I know whether au not I should post it. Thank you. -AdamK
Your moyo is sore, crippled up like paper.
Your voice is weak, barely passing kwa you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
wewe are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times wewe told everything-
It was a lie, I upendo wewe became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. wewe probably cannot songesha away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
Your voice is weak, barely passing kwa you.
Your body is tired, let it lay for tonight.
wewe are but you- a stranger to much.
No one cares to know you.
They do not wish to after all.
And all those times wewe told everything-
It was a lie, I upendo wewe became a lie. A horrible lie not one can ever take back to you. How could they, breaking your very soul to the apple's wrinkled core? It shook and broke, just like that. Lonesome and ever so exhausted of even thinking it would be different this time around.
You're so hopeless. wewe probably cannot songesha away from the pain, the desecration left in the path at the end. Then again, in the end it probably doesn't even matter, does it?
Once a joy, now a misery forever scared, alone.
