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You say anarchy, I say government you say temporary, I say permanent You say disillusionment, I say wonder You say talented, I say neverhundred.

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two or three

Posted by NeverHundred - November 21st, 2012


He left the house, looking for nostalgia, looking for what was left to hold on to. It had been a couple months since he'd been home. Two months of college, he'd changed so much. He'd changed even more over the past two years The bank wants to foreclose... there's nothing he can do about that. It's out of his control and this could be the last chance he has to hang out here. He walks around the yard, a bit into the forests that grow around his home. He didn't spend a lot of time in the recent years in these woods, they've changed. So has he.

He wants to see a few people while he's back in town. Last night he saw a few friends, some old and others new. They were only there for a short amount of time. Little visits, it's all he really needs right now.There's someone else he should visit so he walks to the road. And he follows it up to Cathance, he's trying to remember the person he's looking for. He continues until he finds the land where they rest. Walks past the monuments, until he finds the stone. He looks down at it, his watch chirps signifying the top of the hour and he quietly says, "I had a brother." He had only stopped and said his words and left. A little visit, it's all he needs right now.

He's changed a lot since the two months he's been at college, his changed a lot in the two years since his brother committed suicide.


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The news post you made back then, despite me not really knowing your brother outside of a word or two on Newgrounds and AIM, is still fairly vivid in my mind. I don't remember exactly what you said, but I have a pretty clear memory of the image of the spiffy man you posted.

I don't know what the point of this comment is, and this probably sounds ridiculous, considering the limited interaction between he and I, but I think it says a lot that even to complete strangers on the internet, he hasn't been forgotten.

It's alright, lots of people remember my brother. There are many people who knew my brother. I'm really on to this shit now.

On another note, I'm always drunk now.

I thought this would be important information, should we continue seeing each other.

Also, you could be a poet and shit

I don't drink enough to be a writer. Maybe you should try at it. I just don't have an excuse.

I once killed two birds with one shotgun.

People say it's not impressive, but I'd like to see you throw a shotgun that high.

That's how batman would do it.