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Of Keyblade Wielders and CatDogs - Terra's StoryTerra, who had just finished conversing with Master Xehanort at the Keyblade Graveyard was traveling in his Keyblade Glider, Earthshaker to his next destination but sees a strange world in front of him. The top of the world resembles a fish mashed together with a bone. Curious, Terra decided to have a look at this world. "Maybe who or whatever lives in this world could tell me where I'm going?" So he decided to have a look at this world and land on it.
The world opens up with a strange yellow and orange creature with a cat head on one end and a dog head on the other looking outside from their fish-bone house, only to find that a garbage truck was heading down from the road and the dog half of the creature decided to chase after it.
Terra arrives at the world and didn't see the garbage truck coming towards him until he heard it blow it's horn. Terra instantly backed off and saw the garbage truck being pursued by the strange two-headed creature.
"My body, ugh!" "My body, ouch!" said the
The Tiger Reviews: Mega Babies
This is my first review of perhaps, anything. Anyhow, I'm reviewing an obscure yet very terrible late 90s/early 2000s cartoon that aired on Fox Family Channel called Mega Babies.
While most people complain about all new cartoons being crappy and all old cartoons were better, this old cartoon was crappy...VERY...VERY...CRAPPY!!!
The show focuses on three babies, Meg, Derrick and Buck and their care-giver's name is Nurse Lazlo. According to the show's intro, they were mutated when the planets aligned with each other and got struck by lighting and since then, the 3 babies and their nurse had all kinds of very weird and gross superpowers.
The show itself is the kind that you can puke real easy. I know there were shows during the 90s that did had gross humor like Rocko's Modern Life, Cow and Chicken, Aah!! Real Monsters, Duckman, Courage The Cowardly Dog, CatDog, Ed, Edd N' Eddy and the fathers of gross humor themselves, Ren and Stimpy.
But those shows were tamer in comparison to this one!!
In the (mostly) animal dominated city of Jelliepolis, Suki Higurashi, Amy Cat, Sarah Dog, Lulu Gaulweather and Barbara Clarke we're looking for Gomang, a medicinal plant native to the jungle for their sick friends and family members.
One Jump Ahead[Marco:] Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the breadline
One swing ahead of the sword
I steal only what I can't afford
( That's Everything! )
One jump ahead of the lawmen
That's all, and that's no joke
These guys don't appreciate I'm broke
[Crowd:] Riffraffs! Street rats! Scoundrels! Take that!
[Jonah:] Just a little snack, guys
[Crowd:] Rip him open, take it back, guys
[Marco:] I can take a hint, gotta face the facts
You're my only friends, Benjamin, Pandora Thea, Geronimo and Trap!
[Ladies:] Oh it's sad Marco Sora, Lucius Samax, Jonathan, Jonah Skellington and Kenki Omichi's hit the bottom
They become group rise in crime
I'd blame parents except they hasn't got 'em
[Marco:] Gotta eat to live, gotta steal to eat
Tell you all about it when I got the time!
One jump ahead of the slowpokes
One skip ahead of my doom
Next time gonna use a nom de plume
One jump ahead of the hitmen
One hit ahead of the flock
I think I'll take a stroll around the block
[Crowd:] Stop, thief! Van
What can you expect
From filthy little heathens?
Their whole disgusting race is like a curse
Their skin's a hellish red
They're only good when dead
They're vermin, as I said
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Drive them from our shore!
They're not like you and me
Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
They're savages! Savages!
Now we sound the drums of war!
This is what we feared
The paleface is a demon
The only thing they feel at all is greed
Beneath that milky hide
There's emptiness inside
I wonder if they even bleed
They're savages! Savages!
Barely even human
Killers at the core
They're different from us
Which means they can't be trusted
We must sound the drums of war
They're savages! Savages!
First we deal with this one
Then we sound
Suki songficSuki:] Little town
It's a quiet village
Like the one before
Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
[Suki:] There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
[Baker:] Good Morning, Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Belle:] 'Morning, Monsieur.
[Baker:] Where are you off to?
[Suki:] The bookshop. We just finished the most wonderful story
about a beanstalk and an ogre and a -
[Baker:] That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up! )
[Townsfolk:] Look there she goes those kids are strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause their heads' up on some cloud
No denying they're a funny group of kids those Suki, Sora, Kairi, Mitchell, Sarah, Amy, Evan, Riku and Felicia!
[Man I:] Bonjour
[Woman I:] Good day
[Man I:] How is
My most hated thingsHere's my most hated things:
Animal and child abusers
The Creation Vs Evolution Debates
FanBoy and Chum-Chum
Dora the Explorer
SpongeBob SqaurePants (after the first 3 seasons and the movie)
Whiny children (children during the 90s were less whiny)
Knock-offs I love like Dingo Pictures
Hate Art of stuff and people I like
Terra X Aqua (Kingdom Hearts)
Parents who don't take the responsibility of their childrens' actions
Pet owners who don't take the responsibility of their their pets' actions
The Derpy Hooves Controversy
Villain X Heroine pairings
The extremely crazy fanbases (e.g. Kingdom Hearts, Nintendo, Sonic, MLP etc.)
The Mighty B!
Tygra X Cheetara (Thundercats)
War and most shoot-out video games
Haters without good reason
Timon and Pumbaa (The TV show)
Ren and Stimpy: Adult Party
Geronimo's Jelliena themeWho's the mouse who's fun and witty
Scoops the news for Jelliepolis and making adventures in Planet Jelliena
Go! .Go! Geronimo!
He's amazing, he's terrific
Watch out world he's cheddarific
He's outta site and in the know .
He's the one we call Geronimo!
Suki and Bianca's dirty feet fun
One day in a wooded area somewhere in Japan, a black and white haired girl named Suki and a blonde girl named Bianca were walking in the woods with tired looks in their faces.
"Boy, my feet are killing me, Bianca!" said Suki
"Mine's too" said Bianca
Suki had an idea. "Say Bianca, how about getting out our shoes and go barefoot"
Bianca agreed and the two girls taken their shoes off and run off to the forest.
The girls' feet were becoming dirty as they kept running on the dirt.
After a while they rested on a rock, Bianca asked Suki "Suki, check my feet?"
Suki checked Bianca's feet and she told them "Boy, they're very dirty!"
And Bianca checked Suki's feet and she said "Yours are also very dirty!"
But Bianca and Suki really liked their dirty feet and decided to find their boyfriends, Cheren and Marco who found their shoes.
The boys found the girls sitting on the rock and the girls surprise them by teasing them with their dirty soles.
The boys immediately blushed at the site of their girlf
The Boy and the SailorThe little boy stopped in front of the elder sailor, admiring the man’s stagnant position along with his strong posture. The sailor continued to smoke his decrepit pipe, unaware of the boy staring at him. The boy contemplated what he should do- whether to tap the man before asking him questions or just to start asking them aloud. As the boy pondered over what he should do, the old sailor finally took notice of the well-dressed school boy in front of him.
“What do ya want, sonny?” the sailor asked.
“I don’t rightly know, sir,” the nervous boy replied.
“Ain’t ya or ain’t ya not goin’ ask me something?”
“I’m not sure what to ask you.”
“Well, ya better ask me quick cause I’m liable to drop dead any second.”
“Lemme think, sir. Why do you wear your anchor tattoo on your leg instead of your arm?”
“Keeps me grounded this way I don’t fly away like them balloons.”
The Little PrinceOnce upon a time there was a beautiful Prince, and he loved. That was his blessing and his curse. He felt everything, so deeply, good and bad, and it pierced his soul. It hurt the Prince to love so deeply, and he saw that no one else did. So he forgot that his curse was also a blessing and he hated himself because of it. He felt the pain deeper and deeper and forgot the love. He couldn't make the pain go away, but the devil sent whispers to him telling him he could, but the love and the beauty had to go first. So he tried to kill the beauty inside of him. Tried to convince himself it didn't exist. And he felt the pain deeper and deeper and the love and the beauty less and less.
Finally he went to the devil, intent on trading his beauty for a life with no pain. He begged the devil to take away his pain.
"But first little Prince, I want your love, and your beauty." the devil said. So the little Prince reached inside of himself and pulled out a shimmering, pulsing, glowing orb of beauty a
VoidHow long does it take for the dreamer to realize that the dream can never be? My life spins in an endless void, going deeper downward into an unknown world. What can I do to stop this paradox that I’m force to dance with? There is nothing here to see, nothing here to hear, nothing here to grasp. Falling downward, when will it end? My mind is buzzing with insane tired thoughts, making me want to close my eyes and sleep by-and-by.
Wake me when this torment ends, wake me and tell me I’m still alive. The endless sleep is here, pulling into the ethereal void. Where is the light that is bound to those whose soul seeks to find escape? No one can hear me in this place, I can only beg for someone to save me. I know I’ve been here before, the place so endless and constant, tormenting the mind through this bottomless pit.
The fathomless agony that hounds those who venture through, oft lose their memories by casting them from their ingenious minds; discarding them aside for
2 heads are better than one.Two heads are better than one: Short stories about people with two heads, so virtuous with one head, don’t lose theirs.
1. The 2 headed monster metaphor.
2. The Siamese twins that did not want to sell to everybody.
3. The Siamese twins who do not care for what they published on Internet.
The beauty of writing / drawing lies in perfecting our skills as a samurai learn to make perfect cuts with his katana or in the same way a basketball player learn to dunk.
If you are part of the artistic community of DeviantArt what I write today may interest you, or if you're on DeviantArt to appreciate their art, you may find seeds of knowledge among my letters.
I can’t hide it, I love writing, but what I like the most is to philosophize about positive aspects that help me be a better person. What you are about to read is a compil
And now she never willA young girl had taken to wandering on a road that went from her house.
The sky was a blend of yellow as if they fields were growing into it. Golden Fields. noting ever changed.
Suddenly there was a man on the road a man she'd never seen as she'd seen no one before on these roads at all. She stood and looked at him, he wore a top had, a coat too large that it draped the ground tailing behind him. white gloves and a mask.
He in a second was upon her folding her hands into his, his masked face next to hers as if he were about to whisper something to her that would change it all. she stood silent looking into his brilliant cold eyes something shining behind them as the light left her own.
The man kept walking as he left her there laying on the road He had more things to do and no time to do them. Her golden hair streaming like rivers of gold, a small bat flew from her coat, and I have not the time to mention where it came from. just that it was her only friend in the
The butterflyThe 7:15 alarm.
Don't you just hate the 7:15 alarm? Of course you do. Everyone does.
So I was bad today. I've been good so many days in a row now that I deserve it. I snoozed until half past and grabbed my coffee from the starbucks at Michigan and 11th instead.
Thankfully I was able to find a spot, downtown Chicago traffic isn't a spacious place, least of all in the morning rush.
The Hyundai ran great, getting it was a good idea.
The roads cleared up a bit as I approached the office, and I was able to pick up some speed across the Williamsburg bridge.
At the red light at State and Adams there was a butterfly. A pretty one, with lemon wings, flapping idly in the wind.
At the next light I killed a woman.
She was crossing the road when I hit her, swerving away, but still hitting her at her left temple with my headlamp, dragging her along, killing her.
She had blond hair.
"Are you drunk, sir?" They are asking me now. The police. I insist I am not.
"Are you drunk, sir?"
The 7:15 alar
Mr. Foxworth and The Raven Haired LadyA hungry Mr. Foxworth wandered around town in hopes to find some food. However, with the lack of money in his pockets, no grocery store or restaurant would even let him inside. So, his search continued until he stumbled upon a raven haired lady with a basket of fruit.
He went up to her with a sly smile and charmingly said, "Oh my, you are beautiful. Why, if your voice is even half as beautiful as your face, you must be destined for fame and fortune. Let me hear you sing."
She smiled at this flattery. And accepted the challenge eagerly. She set the basket on the ground walked over to pick up a wine glass from a table at the nearby café. The raven haired lady waled a high pitch note until the glass broke into small pieces. She stood there triumphantly with the broken glass in her hand.
However, by the time she looked up, Mr. Foxworth had already run more than a block away along with her basket of fruit. She pouted and looked down at her feet, where she found a note.
MomentsSometimes there are moments when the world should stop.
Moments, made for the sole purpose to shock. To yell silently and falling down unconscious on the spot. To inflict suffering.
There are very many of these moments, thousands, even trillions, even more sad moments than happy moments, but I think that would not surprise anyone, right? At least not the ones who go through life without hiding their eyes behind the palms of their neighbours.
Sometimes there are moments clinging to the duration of one breath. Moments which only contain the blink of an eye.
And if one of those moments is suddenly over and the pulse starts to pound again, the blood rushes back into the ears and the throat feels sore and rough, one wonders why the world has not stood still then. Why not all people sit stunned on their knees while their hands cover up their heads and cry cry CRY.
Why the water does not freeze and the fire is immutably burning.
Why the tears don’t stick on their che
Marco's Crazy SongMarco Bellies:
All the world was in a lazy way.
Swinging on its way on a camelphant . (laugh)
Things were looking brighter day by day. (laugh)
Nothing ever wrong;
Life was just a song,
'Till those dancers in their swimsuits came along .(laugh)
Ohhh. I'm going cuckoo, woo-woo!
I think I need to go to the paramedics!!! (laugh)
I'll also get "drunk" on ice cream in Goofy Goober's (laugh)
Here comes the choo-choo, woo-woo!
I'm so gooney, looney tuney, te'ched in the head...
Please pass the ketchup and mustard,
I think I'll go to bed! Hoo!
Am I the screwball, woo woo!
Throw me the 8-ball woo woo!
Once I knew a thing or two, but now I'm a buffer-roo. Hinky dinky parley woo woo!(laugh)
Also throw me in the basement to a pile of manure (laugh)
Also the clowns were dancing in my back yard (laugh)
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