Burial at the longing sea.

As many faces as the moon, as many moods as the tide.

Trip the trap and tip the trapmaker.

Sickness is the Lord's.

Tonight, there are 50 stars in the sky. An auspicious number for America.

A young girl walks up to you, clad in the naive believe that her measly three coins are enough to buy skittles.

Crush her dreams to dust.

Everlasting Parsee, jealous of the dawn and of the water current.

Please rest well, Lord of Sound Sleep.

The clock strikes twelve and, for an hour, the Demon Lord can continue his plans to conquer the earth.

That's you. These two are the good guys.

Liquefy, fall into ink. Solidify, draw yourself back, drain dry the well of memories.

Listen up, everyone! Ran-sama is about to give her daily status update!

Artiste, who props the clouds and cracks the dust.

Not due to tragedy, to struggle or incidence.

We suffer because we live.

Lord, Lord, another drop of blood.

Hartmann's Youkai Girl

With death comes judgement: Judgement before the Cross, Judgement before the Book, Judgement before the Balance.

Love is a Calypso that holds and a Penelope that waits.

Moisture slick with bamboo.

Restore the starry sky