Part 1 - Out of the Bag
I was a rare Pokemon. It only figured that a well-known researcher, such as Professor Elm, would stumble across and catch me. I didn't realize, however, how many days I would spend in this ball.
At first, it's as if your mind is gone, and you're just in a daze. You're not really sure where you are, or what had happened. Human technology is weird like that. After awhile of getting used to the "Pokeball," you're finally able to actually take a look around you, and you realize you're in a small, dark room. It's not the most fun I've ever had, personally speaking. Occasionally you would feel the room shaking, hinting th
The Tragedy of Mother and Father by Kukukatchoo, literature
Literature
The Tragedy of Mother and Father
Your God.
Our Mother and Father.
Long ago, it was said that two creaturestwo deitiesexisted as equals. One was masculine, and the other was feminine. Although sometimes this fact is omitted, they were lovers, and similar to lovers in modern age, they wanted to work together to create something new, something beautiful that they could cherish.
At one point in time, Mother, the feminine creature, created several spheres on which she would dawn life. However, whenever she attempted to create spheres, the spheres would always crash together and implode back into nothingness. Crashing appeased the spheres, it made them happy, and it
Of all the colors I like to taste
None are quite as divine
As the one that I most often waste
Which is so because it's mine
Red, yellow, blue, and green
For me, no color is shamed
Each one has a taste so serene
My tongue can never go lame
When life gives me lemons
I make lemonade
I stick to conformity
'Cause that's how I was made
They'll try to persuade you
They'll say "do anything else"
They'll say "be unique"
And even "be yourself"
That only points you out
Makes you easy for the pickings
They cull you on the spot
And time keeps on ticking
But when life gives me lemons
I make lemonade
I stick to conformity
'Cause that's how I was made
When life gives you lemons
You better do the same
You better stay in line
Or they'll label you 'insane'
It's silly for you to think
You can change how we've been raised
Try as much as you want
But it'll always be the same
Part 1 - Out of the Bag
I was a rare Pokemon. It only figured that a well-known researcher, such as Professor Elm, would stumble across and catch me. I didn't realize, however, how many days I would spend in this ball.
At first, it's as if your mind is gone, and you're just in a daze. You're not really sure where you are, or what had happened. Human technology is weird like that. After awhile of getting used to the "Pokeball," you're finally able to actually take a look around you, and you realize you're in a small, dark room. It's not the most fun I've ever had, personally speaking. Occasionally you would feel the room shaking, hinting th
The Tragedy of Mother and Father by Kukukatchoo, literature
Literature
The Tragedy of Mother and Father
Your God.
Our Mother and Father.
Long ago, it was said that two creaturestwo deitiesexisted as equals. One was masculine, and the other was feminine. Although sometimes this fact is omitted, they were lovers, and similar to lovers in modern age, they wanted to work together to create something new, something beautiful that they could cherish.
At one point in time, Mother, the feminine creature, created several spheres on which she would dawn life. However, whenever she attempted to create spheres, the spheres would always crash together and implode back into nothingness. Crashing appeased the spheres, it made them happy, and it
Of all the colors I like to taste
None are quite as divine
As the one that I most often waste
Which is so because it's mine
Red, yellow, blue, and green
For me, no color is shamed
Each one has a taste so serene
My tongue can never go lame
I’m a random high-school "deviant" with a passion for rainbows, writing, and motherfucking miracles.
I won’t put my legitimate name right here, but I will nonchalantly say it if I so choose. My online alias which I love and will never part with is kurry (pronounced like the food), which is short for kurinoh (which came from a long stream of childish online names and whatnot, such as kukukatchoo and kukuro etc). I prefer short-and-sweet names, so I prefer kurry/kuri/kuku, but feel free to adorn me with whatever nickname you want, as long as it has some base to it.