Safe Harbor

[Great CD! Giving me lots of plot ideas ^_^]

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(Sequel to Not Quite)
"Oh come all ye pipers! O come to a man, and play the lament of two young lovers' stand... O come all you singers and raise up a song for a thief and a maiden that died much too young..."
Yugi raised an eyebrow. "You know, Kaiba, for such an impersonal guy you have strange tastes."
"How so?" The young CEO's tone made it clear he didn't want to talk, but Yugi answered anyway.
"Well, you've got a million dollars lying around, and yet your personal car was bought used. And your choice of music is...well, not what one would expect."
"What would you expect? Rock?"
"Er, something like that, yeah."
"Feh. That stuff's okay, I guess, but frankly I can't listen to it very long. Not the new stuff, anyway. The older ones are all right."
Yugi was rather shocked; he'd just heard -the Seto Kaiba- say 'stuff,' 'okay', and 'I guess', three terms he'd thought Kaiba didn't even know. There was a long silence.
Eventually the song ended, and the track changed. "My lady's a-waitin', it's been nigh a year; it'll be yet another, and moredo I fear... Finally home we are headed, instead of aweigh, and I long for the lighthouse where lives Caroline. And I long for the lighthouse, it's loved light to see, I dream of the maiden that waits there for me... And I pray that together forever we'll be..."
"When I sail home into her safe harbor," Kaiba sang quietly. "I fear it is over for me and my matesas the storm takes us over and the mizenmast breaks; it strikes the good captain down dead at the wheel... The wind is a-howlin', and the ship starts to heel..." He pulled into his usual parking space and turned off the ignition, silencing the radio. He and the spiky-haired duelist climbed out.
Yugi hesitated, biting his lip. "Hey, Kaiba?"
Kaiba turned to glance at him, not saying anything.
"...How does that song end?" Yugi finally asked.
"The ship sinks, and the man dies," Kaiba said flatly. "Why?"
"It's...er...never mind," the younger duelist replied quietly.

[Sorry, had to get that out ^_^ Now I'm going to bed, it's late!]

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Random Quote of the Day:
To be positive: To be mistaken at the top of one's voice.
- Ambrose Bierce

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Wasted Efforts

[That's all my god-damned life is. One fucking string of wasted fucking efforts after another. I work like hell in class to keep up my grades; my teachers take off for my doing extra, and my classmates make snide comments and accuse me of having a 'holier-than-thou' attitude. Even just keeping a journal is a wasted fucking effort. I just spent an hour and a half typing this long damned entry, straight from my god-damned heart, on things that I've really wanted to get out for a fucking month, and what the hell happens? My fucking computer shuts the hell down -right when I go to hit the damned post button-!! Life isn't worth it, y'know?]

[And neither is the damned post. I'm not redoing the fucking thing. Maybe some other day, when I'm a little less depressed and can stand to think about that crap again. Or maybe not. Maybe by then I'll have forgotten all this shit. Probably. I usually do. I'm good at that. At forgetting about everything that's important to me. At making myself miserable. It's about the only thing I'm good at these days.]

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Algebra Seasons
Grey spring
Frozen summer
Rebirth fall
Blooming winter
Ode to inverses
x squared plus four x plus two
Seventy-three x cubed
Si beagh si mhor
Does it really matter?
It's still a parabola
ax+b, square root of 4ac
Multiply it by z to the seventh
Add 3i+97 to the total
And what do you get?
Just another number
Digits scrolling across the screen
Values scribbled on a crumpled paper
And there in the corner, a silver leaf
A blossom
A frigate, a sword, an eye
Or maybe it's a map,
Middle Earth perhaps?
Or maybe Lomond?
Does it matter? It's not math
Whatever it is, it's not math
And therefore it doesn't matter
Because it's not math
So sick of it all
Grey pencil smears, fading red ink
Eraser dust and torn holes
Conclusions aren't always right
Seven minus two doesn't always equal five
Are you sure the square root of nine is three?
Is there a proof?
Proofs don't always work
Give a counterexample
Explain your reasoning
Solve it for y
And ask yourself, why?
Because it's math
And conclusions aren't always right
Ode to inverses
Conclusions aren't always right
And whispers aren't always quiet
Grey summer.

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"If you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always gotten."

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Random Quote of the Day:
"He who draws his sword against his prince should throw away the scabbard."
- Italian proverb

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