SoulSlayer2

Puppies prance packed of giddy glee, to the tire hung from the lone tree. Carefree intentions, receiving the rose, taking her place, directing the pose. He push's, while her heart undergoes, that floating sensation from hilly back roads. And again he push's, and it never occurs, that the turn to push, is never hers. Feelings require one remaining desire; to display mellow, while engulfed in fire. Fore one moment alone is forever, and being with her is nearly never. But the desolate island begins to turn, lying motionless, his stomach churns. He urges to find food and water, yet knows that he'll get no farther. He is wise to th

Our brains are like scientists, performing life long experiments, on social behavior. Every person we encounter, is a new section in our logs. Subconsciously; we observe, and mentally write down, how they appear to our senses. And our observations, change how we think of them, whether it be slight or extreme. No matter what, our experiments, are never complete. We always have more to know. Always. And without a conclusion, these experiments, ...are just theories.