FrivolitiesPepsi and potato chips.The slippery leather chair growing warmwhile the sun ambles off into the darknesswithout a word.But it can do what it wants.Time is kept for us in hour-long blocks,divided by foraging and bathroom breaks.It's monotonous and juvenilenothingness held within four walls:stupid laughter and an idiot box;plastic innocence in our hands;and we could be doing so much more."What show is this again?"So a toast with blue aluminumto pizza-tinged belchesand pixel-filled screens,and scary crime dramasand curious dogs.To another summer day's escapadesin the air-conditioned basement,growing pale beneath fluorescents.To 'being 12'in the summer before simplicityfalls apart.
Tainted White was not his favorite color. In fact, he didn't really have one. Many assumed, however, that he did, and also that that color was blue, but he didn't really hold that particular hue above any other. Really, it was just a matter of what he looked best in, both in his own mind and in the mind of the public, and he quickly found it. Blue: the spectral manifestation of calm and poise; the color of the strong, enduring sea; and the color which cooperated most harmoniously with his eyes and the eternal ring of the Phantomhivesboth a deep, regal cerulean. So why was it, then, that white took such precedence in the gardens surrounding the Phantomhive estate? Many had asked, but no onenot even those closest to the young masterhad any idea. During the early stages of the renovation of the mansion