Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 00 - Revision history

96.50.83.11: It should be 8 years old not 18 years old...

2012-01-06T06:37:24Z

It should be 8 years old not 18 years old...

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	If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.<br>		If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.<br>
	Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.<br>		Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.<br>
	When I became an 18-year-old who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.<br>		When I became an 8-year-old who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.<br>
	Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.<br>		Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.<br>
	Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.		Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.

61.11.175.146 at 02:47, 13 April 2009

2009-04-13T02:47:31Z

Velocity7: Kara no Kyokai:Chapter05 00 moved to Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 00

2006-07-20T15:58:32Z

Kara no Kyokai:Chapter05 00 moved to Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 00

← Older revision	Revision as of 15:58, 20 July 2006
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Velocity7 at 15:40, 20 July 2006

2006-07-20T15:40:51Z

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	When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.		When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.<br>
			Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.<br>
	Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.		The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.<br>
			Click, and it spinned the beginning of the day half way.<br>
	The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.		Click, and it spinned the end of the day half way.<br>
			The young I felt honored whenever I heard the sound.<br>
	Click, and it spinned the beginning of the day half way.		However, whenever I heard the sound I could feel my eyes water.<br>
			Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.<br>
	Click, and it spinned the end of the day half way.		It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.<br>
			Circle and circle, never tired, never complaining.<br>
	The young I felt honored whenever I heard the sound.		Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like the signs of barbershops.<br>
			But the endless days ended without a warning.<br>
	However, whenever I heard the sound I could feel my eyes water.		The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.<br>
			If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.<br>
	Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.		Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.<br>
			When I became 18 who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.<br>
	It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.		Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.<br>

	Circle and circle, never tired, never complaining.

	Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like the signs of barbershops.

	But the endless days ended without a warning.

	The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.

	If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.

	Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.

	When I became 18 who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.

	Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.

	Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.		Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.


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Velocity7 at 15:39, 20 July 2006

2006-07-20T15:39:44Z

Velocity7 at 15:39, 20 July 2006

2006-07-20T15:39:18Z

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When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.
Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.
The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.
Click, and it spinned the beginning of the day half way.
Click, and it spinned the end of the day half way.
The young I felt honored whenever I heard the sound.
However, whenever I heard the sound I could feel my eyes water.
Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.
It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.
Circle and circle, never tired, never complaining.
Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like the signs of barbershops.
But the endless days ended without a warning.
The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.
If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.
Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.
When I became 18 who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.
Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.
Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.

／Paradox Spiral

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	Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.<br>		Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.<br>
	The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.<br>		The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.<br>
	Click, and it ~~spinned~~ the beginning of the day half way.<br>		Click, and it spun the beginning of the day half way.<br>
	Click, and it ~~spinned~~ the end of the day half way.<br>		Click, and it spun the end of the day half way.<br>
	The young I felt honored whenever I heard the sound.<br>		The young me felt honored whenever I heard the sound.<br>
	However, whenever I heard the sound I could feel my eyes water.<br>		However, whenever I heard the sound, I could feel my eyes water.<br>
	Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.<br>		Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.<br>
	It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.<br>		It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.<br>
	Circle and circle, never ~~tired~~, never complaining.<br>		Circle and circle, never tiring, never complaining.<br>
	Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like ~~the signs of barbershops~~.<br>		Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like a barber pole.<br>
	But the endless days ended without a warning.<br>		But the endless days ended without a warning.<br>
	The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.<br>		The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.<br>
	If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.<br>		If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.<br>
	Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.<br>		Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.<br>
	When I became 18 who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.<br>		When I became an 18-year-old who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.<br>
	Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.<br>		Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.<br>
	Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.		Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.

← Older revision		Revision as of 15:39, 20 July 2006
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	When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.		When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.

	Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.		Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.

	The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.		The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.

	Click, and it spinned the beginning of the day half way.		Click, and it spinned the beginning of the day half way.

	Click, and it spinned the end of the day half way.		Click, and it spinned the end of the day half way.

	The young I felt honored whenever I heard the sound.		The young I felt honored whenever I heard the sound.

	However, whenever I heard the sound I could feel my eyes water.		However, whenever I heard the sound I could feel my eyes water.

	Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.		Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.

	It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.		It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.

	Circle and circle, never tired, never complaining.		Circle and circle, never tired, never complaining.

	Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like the signs of barbershops.		Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like the signs of barbershops.

	But the endless days ended without a warning.		But the endless days ended without a warning.

	The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.		The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.

	If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.		If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.

	Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.		Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.

	When I became 18 who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.		When I became 18 who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.

	Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.		Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.

	Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.		Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.



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