It just so happens that this is one of those circumstances. Expect a lot of poetry from me sometime soon. Can't promise that it will be any better than my earlier stuff, or any good at all really, but take it for what it is.


Walk-Taking - Krillin Excerpt“Hey, wait up! The heck you thinking, fiddling at me like that? What’s puking about in that head of your’s?”Walk-Taking - Krillin Excerpt
Twenty smiled. He had sufficiently riled the short human, thereby ensuring he would be interested in whatever the Android would suggest. Of course, he had no reason to doubt that Krillin would want to train his abilities, especially since he had so many promising attacks with too little of their potential fulfilled. Twenty was, nonetheless, slightly prideful regarding his own abilities, however. His sensors had picked up an…anomaly, in his own structure. Somewhere, there was something untapped. A large amount of unused ene


Fantasizing - Krillin ExcerptAmidst dangerous rubble and deadly natives, one man alone is capable of digging a hole and providing enough material to make a blockbuster movie of it. Donning his signature striped beanie, only Krillin is courageous enough to excavate the land in search of a bizarre religious artifact that was, of course, pure gold. He gazes at the sun, allowing a close-up of his perfectly sculpted face. His mouth hangs open slightly as his eyes dance around, looking desperately for something to focus upon besides trees.Fantasizing - Krillin Excerpt
His sight falls upon his loyal native slave. When he had first found Zarbon, the poor savage was playing a game of septic tag


An Engulfed GardenA man once lived high up in the mountains. He was a well-to-do man, always keeping his garden in proper order, and making sure the shrubbery was free of caterpillars and other critters. For years he lived on like this, tending to his flowers, and getting by on the produce he grew out back. It was a wonderful and almost perfect life, free from change and uncertainty; day in and day out, the same beautiful, melodious life. At this point, it should be noted that every flower in his garden had the same hue: white. Without exception.An Engulfed Garden
It wasn't too peculiar to find new sprouts growing in his garden after the pollination season, so when


Teleporting - Krillin ExcerptKrillin never did like teleporting. The sudden change in gravity always made him look idiotic when he came out, either bracing himself too hard, or sprawled out on the floor. After picking himself up, the first thing he noticed was that there was no one manning the incoming booths. In fact, the entire station seemed deserted. All of the lights were shut off, and the stale taste of an unused ventilation system seeped into his nostrils. Krillin stepped onto the dirty metal tile, constantly checking behind him. The entire experience was somewhat eerie. Vegeta-sei was nothing like this last time he had visited. They were neglectful, sure, but leaTeleporting - Krillin Excerpt


Quick the DonkeyThe donkey’s name was Quick.Quick the Donkey
His front hooves were neat and dexterous and opposable, and his back hooves were the size of dinner plates and had unassuming steel shoes. He had a pale grey hide and pale pink nostrils, and ears like enormous fringed fans, and if you lifted up his cowl far enough, you would find large, slightly worried brown eyes, with the devastatingly long eyelashes reserved for beauty queens and large ungulates. He was a small, neat-footed donkey who kept his elbows tucked in and could vanish into a crowd much more easily than a bipedal donkey wearing a yellow robe with checkerboard edging had any right to do. &nb


TatteredThe most brilliant thoughts of the century Thrown in a garbage can, Wadded in a paper ball. People walk by StepTattered
Step Stop? But they don't, They keep on moving, Past the wisdom of ages. Crumpled the meaning of life, As rain patters around. Drip Drip Drop Ink on the paper runs, Leaving only a blank sheet, And only the memory left, The meaning hangs in streams. Runs Runs Lost
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