We would weep for their loss, for their sacrifice, and for the fact that they did not let themselves succumb to fear but made the world a better place by eating skittles. And each person who found the poison skittle we would weep for. And when I found the poison skittle and died I would make sure to leave behind a legacy of children and of friends who also ate skittle after skittle until there were no skittles to be eaten. I would eat every single fucking skittle I could find. The rule goes like this: by declaring 'I am a leaf on the wind,' and then presenting a suitably dramatic and interesting depiction of subsequent events, you can succeed at any action or short series of actions - as long as the sequence of events ends with your character's death. If I was ever seen with a sailor, especially an American sailor. Likewise, we humans are (mostly) at the mercy. A Leaf in the Wind Pamela A Blackie Well, one thing led to another and I stormed out of. Bring awareness to the many subtle sounds of nature - The rustling of leaves in the wind, Raindrops falling, The humming of an insect, The first birdsong at dawn. You dont give the context, but a leaf is at the mercy of a strong wind. Been thinking about adding serenity to my ship tattoo and you've just convinced me to go with it. I would be saving someone from a war zone and probably their life if I ate a skittle?” Thoughts come and go like leaves in the wind, but the core of consciousness is forever. “If I gave you a bowl of skittles and three of them were poison would you still eat them?” Eli Bosnick had the best response to this ridiculousness.
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