just minishorts.

I think the nicest thing about talk is letting things out, clearing up your conscience, knowing that you are only human. The nicest thing is crapping.

Nice to crap about black holes and parallel universes. Nice to crap about disappointments and let downs… paradoxal changes. Nice to crap about friendship, the true meaning of it, and how friends don't let each other down.

Nice to crap about unnecessary politics, nice to talk about meanings of words, nice to talk about ex girlfriends (how many SCORPIOS????) and painting the gates red. Shooting chickens perhaps.

Nice to drink to friendship, and be happy. And be glad. And to talk about walking in with your head held high, giving yourself a function and the other, to be thick-skinned.

Nice to talk about being in the middle of a warring feud, that hasn't an apparent reason, and nice to talk about 'confusion', for lack of a better word.

Nice to talk, nice to talk… almost as nice as knowing.

*We are your friends still, and even after everything, we are your friends. Now. Don't let us down.*

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