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The Banananana SongI was walkin' down Country Avenue,
almost late for an interview
when I saw a solitary shoe
and he said, "Bananananananananananana."
Then I was climbin' up the highest mountain
and I happened upon a fairy fountain:
empty, but the rocks were shoutin'
and they said, "Bananananananananananana."
And I was swimmin' through the deepest sea
feeling grand and oh, so free
and the waves and the clouds were singin' to me
and they sang, "Bananananananananananana."
I was floatin' fast up towards the moon
in my lil' old hot air balloon
and the stars were hummin' that familiar tune
and it went, "Bananananananananananana."
So I was spelunkin' in that yonder cave
and through the darkness was I brave
but another voice did I crave,
then came, "Bananananananananananana."
Then I was trudgin' through a salty marsh
and the rain was pourin' mighty harsh
and the drops were fresh as early March
and they cooed, "Bananananananananananana."
I was restin' on quite the lovely day,
sitting next t
-73- Audi ex VentisI was stuck standing at the foot
of a mountain, staring up at you
if I would ever be able to follow you up.
But, I knew
that I never could.
I was there, standing outside
your house, ready to
knock on the door:
hand poised and everything
in the end, I always
gave up and went home.
I never was able
to make myself bother you.
I was always listening
for your voice on the wind,
I knew you were never really
it always made me feel better
I could never make my fingers
dial your number.
I was waiting,
always waiting for you
in places I knew you would
never even come
because just the
made me feel at ease.
I never even dreamed of
asking where you were going.
I was reading
because, I thought,
maybe in them,
I'll find what you found
that made you want to
leave this place.
I never did like playing
follow the leader.
I am tracing the remnants
of your existence,
just looking for a
little piece of you
Raine and Akito part fourChapter Sixteen
Akito slid to the floor, leaving a trail of blood on the elevator. He couldn't help but feel relieved, even if Kuroken was dead now. He watched Raine cry over his body and could not believe he was wishing he was still alive so Raine would stop crying. But, thenů Why did she kill him in the first place? He was so confused, and in too much pain to worry about it.
Raine looked up to see Akito collapsed near the elevator. His wounds were pretty bad, but at least he was alive. He probably hated her now. She hadn't done anything when Kuroken was attacking him. S he walked over to his crumpled form and knelt down beside him.
"Are you going to be alright?" She inspected his shoulder. If it had been anyone else, the wound wouldn't have been half as bad. He stared blankly at the floor for a moment. Meanwhile, Raine ripped a bit of cloth off of
Raine and Akito part threeChapter Eleven
"Miss?" asked a young man, tapping Raine on the shoulder. "Wake up, Miss." Raine opened her heavy eyelids and remembered that she was still on the dock in Ashita. It was morning. Well, at least now they would be on a normal sleeping pattern. She sat up and nudged Akito. He mumbled something and went back to sleep. After nudging him for several more minutes, Raine got frustrated and shoved him off of the dock. All anyone heard was a cry of "ack!" and a splash. Following this were several curses directed towards Raine. She smirked at him as he climbed onto the dock. Suddenly, he grabbed her ankles and she toppled head first into the water.
"Akito!" she screamed, and swam after him . By now, a crowd was forming on the dock, asking one another who the strange visitors were.
The chase stopped abruptly. There was a girl on the doc
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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