null Just another day

    When the sun hides behind the sea, and the shadows begin to walk, their eyes see what no one else saw, a dark world that the day hid. The stars break into place, and the cracks in the sky begin to speak. Creatures born of another reason lurk in every corner.
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...". A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (((masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)))
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...". A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (((masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)))
    When the sun hides behind the sea, and the shadows begin to walk, their eyes see what no one else saw, a dark world that the day hid. The stars break into place, and the cracks in the sky begin to speak. Creatures born of another reason lurk in every corner.
    two lovely women finished loading bales of hay on a flatbed truck. A beautiful blonde, strands of hair loose from bun, sitting on a bale of hay, reclining back on another bale, legs spread, sweaty face, reaching out an arm in invitation to approach and sit next to her, wearing jeans and loosened shirt and bandana, relaxed happy, tired. A gorgeous brunette, braided hair and cowboy hat, jeans and t-shirt, sweaty, looking lovingly at the blonde, starting to sit down on a bale of hay next to the blonde. Sunny day, field cleaned of bales of hay, stevedore's hooks on bales nearby women.
    When the sun hides behind the sea, and the shadows begin to walk, their eyes see what no one else saw, a dark world that the day hid. The stars break into place, and the cracks in the sky begin to speak. Creatures born of another reason lurk in every corner.
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...". A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (((masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)))
    When the sun hides behind the sea, and the shadows begin to walk, their eyes see what no one else saw, a dark world that the day hid. The stars break into place, and the cracks in the sky begin to speak. Creatures born of another reason lurk in every corner.
    The fire... Coveter of the throne... I am Vendrick, ruler of Drangleic. Seeker of fire... deliverer of crowns... What do you see in the flames? Find the crowns, and your own answers. The crowns hold the strength of lords from times long past. Seek adversity. As befits you, seeker of fire, coveter of the throne. I'm no king. I am more fit to be a jester. I was unaware of my own blindness. We are feeble vessels, with feebler souls. We would cast aside the prop of life, only to face greater hardship. Are you another such fool? Or something more? I fail to see your design, young moth. I fail to see your design, wee moth. But I see very little these days.
    two lovely women finished loading bales of hay on a flatbed truck. A beautiful blonde, strands of hair loose from bun, sitting on a bale of hay, reclining back on another bale, legs spread, sweaty face, reaching out an arm in invitation to approach and sit next to her, wearing jeans and loosened shirt and bandana, relaxed happy, tired. A gorgeous brunette, braided hair and cowboy hat, jeans and t-shirt, sweaty, looking lovingly at the blonde, starting to sit down on a bale of hay next to the blonde. Sunny day, field cleaned of bales of hay, stevedore's hooks on bales nearby women.
    two lovely women finished loading bales of hay on a flatbed truck. A beautiful blonde, strands of hair loose from bun, sitting on a bale of hay, reclining back on another bale, legs spread, sweaty face, reaching out an arm in invitation to approach and sit next to her, wearing jeans and loosened shirt and bandana, relaxed happy, tired. A gorgeous brunette, braided hair and cowboy hat, jeans and t-shirt, sweaty, looking lovingly at the blonde, starting to sit down on a bale of hay next to the blonde. Sunny day, field cleaned of bales of hay, stevedore's hooks on bales nearby women.
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...".A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...".A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...". A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (((masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)))
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...". A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (((masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)))
    "SCIENTISTS PROBING THE ATOM", A 1940's interrogation room, it's a hot day in L.A., a detective is shining a light in a hostile way on a man with an atom for a head, which is dressed in a suit and tie, a watercooler is off to the side, another detective is crushing his paper cup in anger, the scene is tense and the atom-headed man is sweating profusely, the detectives are angry that they can't get answers from the atom-headed man,
    Sweet little words made for silence not talk Young heart for love not heartache Dark hair for catching the wind Not to veil the sight of a cold world Kiss while your lips are still red While he's still silent Rest while bosom is still untouched, unveiled Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool Drown into eyes while they're still blind Love while the night still hides the withering dawn First day of love never comes back A passionate hour's never a wasted one The violin, the poet's hand Every thawing heart plays your theme with care
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...".A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)
    From the bustling platform of a Tokyo Metro station, a weary Totoro is visible through the open doors of an overcrowded train, facing outward. His fur is slightly matted and sagging from exhaustion, his expression softened by fatigue after a long day. He wears a disheveled Japanese salaryman suit—dark blue fabric wrinkled, white shirt untucked and crumpled, tie hanging crooked with a missing jacket button. His large, clawed paws clutch a scuffed leather briefcase, worn from years of use. Inside the train, passengers are jammed together—salarymen in stiff suits, students in crisp uniforms, and office workers gripping straps or phones—pressed shoulder-to-shoulder under harsh fluorescent lights. The air hums with muffled chatter and the distant screech of rails. Outside, a chaotic crowd of commuters surges toward the open doors, elbows jostling and briefcases swinging as they try to squeeze into the already packed carriage. A few platform onlookers—a young woman with wide eyes, an elderly man with a furrowed brow, and a small child in a bright red coat pointing excitedly—stare at Totoro in surprise, their faces caught in the station’s dim glow. Totoro, despite his weariness, offers a gentle, lopsided smile to the pointing child, his round eyes crinkling warmly. Beyond the train, the station’s tiled walls are plastered with colorful ads, and a digital clock overhead ticks forward, while the distant rumble of another train echoes through the underground.
    From the bustling platform of a Tokyo Metro station, a weary Totoro is visible through the open doors of an overcrowded train, facing outward. His fur is slightly matted and sagging from exhaustion, his expression softened by fatigue after a long day. He wears a disheveled Japanese salaryman suit—dark blue fabric wrinkled, white shirt untucked and crumpled, tie hanging crooked with a missing jacket button. His large, clawed paws clutch a scuffed leather briefcase, worn from years of use. Inside the train, passengers are jammed together—salarymen in stiff suits, students in crisp uniforms, and office workers gripping straps or phones—pressed shoulder-to-shoulder under harsh fluorescent lights. The air hums with muffled chatter and the distant screech of rails. Outside, a chaotic crowd of commuters surges toward the open doors, elbows jostling and briefcases swinging as they try to squeeze into the already packed carriage. A few platform onlookers—a young woman with wide eyes, an elderly man with a furrowed brow, and a small child in a bright red coat pointing excitedly—stare at Totoro in surprise, their faces caught in the station’s dim glow. Totoro, despite his weariness, offers a gentle, lopsided smile to the pointing child, his round eyes crinkling warmly. Beyond the train, the station’s tiled walls are plastered with colorful ads, and a digital clock overhead ticks forward, while the distant rumble of another train echoes through the underground.
    From the bustling platform of a Tokyo Metro station, a weary Totoro is visible through the open doors of an overcrowded train, facing outward. His fur is slightly matted and sagging from exhaustion, his expression softened by fatigue after a long day. He wears a disheveled Japanese salaryman suit—dark blue fabric wrinkled, white shirt untucked and crumpled, tie hanging crooked with a missing jacket button. His large, clawed paws clutch a scuffed leather briefcase, worn from years of use. Inside the train, passengers are jammed together—salarymen in stiff suits, students in crisp uniforms, and office workers gripping straps or phones—pressed shoulder-to-shoulder under harsh fluorescent lights. The air hums with muffled chatter and the distant screech of rails. Outside, a chaotic crowd of commuters surges toward the open doors, elbows jostling and briefcases swinging as they try to squeeze into the already packed carriage. A few platform onlookers—a young woman with wide eyes, an elderly man with a furrowed brow, and a small child in a bright red coat pointing excitedly—stare at Totoro in surprise, their faces caught in the station’s dim glow. Totoro, despite his weariness, offers a gentle, lopsided smile to the pointing child, his round eyes crinkling warmly. Beyond the train, the station’s tiled walls are plastered with colorful ads, and a digital clock overhead ticks forward, while the distant rumble of another train echoes through the underground.
    From the bustling platform of a Tokyo Metro station, a weary Totoro is visible through the open doors of an overcrowded train, facing outward. His fur is slightly matted and sagging from exhaustion, his expression softened by fatigue after a long day. He wears a disheveled Japanese salaryman suit—dark blue fabric wrinkled, white shirt untucked and crumpled, tie hanging crooked with a missing jacket button. His large, clawed paws clutch a scuffed leather briefcase, worn from years of use. Inside the train, passengers are jammed together—salarymen in stiff suits, students in crisp uniforms, and office workers gripping straps or phones—pressed shoulder-to-shoulder under harsh fluorescent lights. The air hums with muffled chatter and the distant screech of rails. Outside, a chaotic crowd of commuters surges toward the open doors, elbows jostling and briefcases swinging as they try to squeeze into the already packed carriage. A few platform onlookers—a young woman with wide eyes, an elderly man with a furrowed brow, and a small child in a bright red coat pointing excitedly—stare at Totoro in surprise, their faces caught in the station’s dim glow. Totoro, despite his weariness, offers a gentle, lopsided smile to the pointing child, his round eyes crinkling warmly. Beyond the train, the station’s tiled walls are plastered with colorful ads, and a digital clock overhead ticks forward, while the distant rumble of another train echoes through the underground.
    two lovely women finished loading bales of hay on a flatbed truck. A beautiful blonde, strands of hair loose from bun, sitting on a bale of hay, reclining back on another bale, legs spread, sweaty face, reaching out an arm in invitation to approach and sit next to her, wearing jeans and loosened shirt and bandana, relaxed happy, tired. A gorgeous brunette, braided hair and cowboy hat, jeans and t-shirt, sweaty, looking lovingly at the blonde, starting to sit down on a bale of hay next to the blonde. Sunny day, field cleaned of bales of hay, stevedore's hooks on bales nearby women.
    ((Male Gay Theme Art))."Waiting For You (Boy's Love)", "Lonely days and sleepless nights.thoughts about you.It fills my heart.counting the seconds.counting the days.I want to see your face ...".A ((man who misses another man confesses his love to the world)). ((gay. masterpiece homoerotic art)), (masterpiece,best quality,official art, extremely detailed 8k wallpaper,absurdres,8k resolution)
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end Some will never see To the end Just another day
    I find myself scratching at the bottom I'm so impossible and you knew Everything I've discarded Has left my hands black and blue You don't have to tell me anything I understand you by sight Two hearts beat inside me One is yours and one is mine Let's go for another day Light up time for a memory Ride on is what we used to say Stand here, survive another day Remember back to where we started Something new broke behind the eyes Something big and sweet and rotten But most of all something true To the end, Some will never see To the end, Just another day

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