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This is a Songfic Fandom/song: Who Wants to Live Forever Disclaimer: Queen (writer, arranger, and performer) and EMI/Hollywood (company label) Released in: June 2, 1986 SAMSARA Katakan padaku, kau tak akan hidup selamanya. Bilang padaku, kau tak akan menjadi baik selamanya. Bilang padaku, kau akan berbuat kejahatan. Berjanjilah padaku, kau akan mengotori lembar putih hidupmu dengan coretan dosa besar. Tak perlu banyak-banyak. Satu saja. Cukup satu dosa besar, sayangku. Diremasnya surat itu. Tidak cukup sekali, tidak cukup dengan satu tangan. Kedua tangannya meremas kuat-kuat, seolah dengan meremasnya kuat semua kata dan huruf yang ada d

 Scent of a Dancer . part 4 David was not really a curator. I should say he’s a trader. He knew good piece of art, he bought one, sought a snob who didn’t know where else to waste his money, and sold that piece of art at incredibly high price. I don’t think he knew art at all. He only knew what kind of piece that sells and how to sell them and to whom. But of course, I didn’t know it then. All I knew was that he could make my dreams come true. He once said to me, “Why are you fiddling all those old stones and ancient temples? They’re not cello or violin. You’re just wasting your time and talent for some

SCENT OF A DANCER part 3 As soon as I got home, I rush to my laptop. I save every face and name I've met in that flat computer. It can't hide anyone from me. It never lies to me. I stare at every beautiful face I can find. Karin, 19, student, no. Lydia, 21, waitress, no. Salma, Ucha, Freya, Keiko, Megu, Yvonne,...no, no and no. My eyes grow heavy. I've never been like this before. I used to be fond of watching pretty girls. Especially the ones captured by my camera. It always makes them prettier than they are. Too many pretty girls, too few talented ones. I close my eyes, trying to get rid of those beautiful faces. There is only one beaut

 Scent of a Dancer ---- part 2 --- What a sleepless night I’ve been through. The scent haunts me every minute. Well, not exactly. It’s more like every second. The more I try to forget it, the more it impales into my brain. The more I try to recognize it, the more it blurs and escapes into the coolness of my air-conditioned room. The next morning, I start my investigation, ignoring the call from client for last night’s launching ceremony photos. Finding the dance company is an easy thing. Finding The Scent is another thing. I have to sit there for almost two hours and make silly conversation before I recognize The Scent. It

SCENT OF A DANCER It’s just a simple dance. It’s just a short dance, 7 minutes long. It’s not a sacred dance, not like many dances of the Island of the Gods. It’s about two birds making love, or mating, or whatever you call it. Just that. There’s no philosophical meaning it brings. But there’s something about this dance. No, maybe not the dance. Maybe one of the dancers. Or both of them, I don’t know. All I know is that I’m drawn to this dance, these dancers, this stage, the music, or everything about it. I mean, really drawn. It’s not just my camera that can’t stop taking pictures, my mind

With Matt, he did more than exist. With Matt, he was the superstar. When all hope in the world is gone, Dom’s remains still. He knows Matt needs him too. Matt needs to exist. Matt needs his muse. Matt needs him, to make him superstar. Matt can’t die. One day, Matt will crawl back to him. MUSE meets VELVET GOLDMINE part 3 1013697 “Come here 1013697!” “Yes, Sir.” A small man of early 30’s walks warily to the taller man. He seems not to recognize the other man. Not that it really matters, for he’s been gone for years. People must have come and go, losing or gaining higher power. What really matters

Wurung Langgeng Dudu pilihane duwe pasangan koyo Orochimaru. Nanging dheweke uga ora kabotan. Lagi sepisan iki dheweke ketemu wong sing ngerti gegayuhane kanggo urip salawase, kanggo enom salawase. Wong-wong liya mung nganggep kuwi gegayuhan sing ora nggenah, malah keprana kemayu. Dudu. Dudu endahing rupa sing dipingini. Nanging wektu sing tanpa wates kanggo seni. Sanadyan beda, Orochimaru uga pingin urip salawase, enom salawase. Sasori ngerti yen shinobi sing wujude kaya manungsa ula kuwi mung pingin kadigdayan linuwih. Orochimaru ora butuh seni kaya dheweke. Nanging kuwi ora penting kanggo Sasori. Dheweke lan Orochimaru pada-pada pingin u

MUSE meets VELVET GOLDMINE ch.2 Incomplete A year later, everybody thinks Matt is long gone. And everything goes back to normal. A year after the shooting, Matt is already forgotten. But not for Dom. ------------------------- There’s no way Matt could disappear completely. There’s no way Matt wanted to be forgotten. He knew Matt too well. He knew Matt wanted to be invisible while at the same time he craved for fame. He knew he wanted people to question his ideas while secretly wished they follow him blindly. He knew he disbelieved but he envied the believers. He knew he wanted to believe. He knew Matt like he knew a single mol

AFTER THE HANGING RIFFS Glaciers melting in the dead of night And the superstar’s sucked into the super massive Super massive black hole … His voice was mesmerizing. His riffs was ecstatic. The crowd was in trance. It was almost a perfect gig. A few more songs and encore as usual. Spectacular fireworks or giant balloons that follow, or maybe a giant spaceship-alike this time? That’s what every die-hard fan in that concert ever dared to hope. But this time, it was all too different. No one heard the shot. The crowd was too loud, and the band was too busy to please them. Even Dom, his best friend, didn’t see the first

My Akatsuki Life – 2 Reasons to Love Hidan It’s a normal Akatsuki day. I walked with bounty on my back, and my partner with his foul mouth, walked beside me. If one swearing word of him means 100 ryu for me, I would be filthy rich by now. At first I was fed up with his foul language. That’s enough reason to kill him. Not that I haven’t killed my partners before. I had, many times. But I can’t kill this man. He had a very convincing and annoying way to show that. And soon enough, I was sick of that. His lengthy rituals and orgasmic face when he finishes his rituals…oh, they’re just sickening. If only I can