Let me clarify something. These aren't meant to be long. In fact, my goal is to get the point through in as few words as possible. Paint a picture, but not be so wordy.
Updates for this should be at least everyday, especially since chapters are so short.
:Meditation:
Breathe in, breathe out. Allow each rising and falling of chest to become one with the crashing of waves as they bombard the rocky terrain below.
Become one with the tranquility of nature, allow my body to float between this world and my mind. Put me in a state of anabiosis, a state of suspended animation.
Let Peace merge with Rage that roams inside the darkest corners of my mind. Put me at ease as I drift into somewhat of an unconscious state. Allow me to forgive the damn writers of the damn newspapers.
No, no. Peaceful thoughts. Think of doves. Butterflies. Dare I say it--pink. Think of Starfire. Happiness; joy; mirth. Ecstasy.
Don't think about killing the nice editorial authors at the Jump City Daily. Don't think about bringing them back to life afterwards. Don't think about killing them again.
Peace. Tranquility. The opposite of that damned grass stain. Levitate, float. Merge with the oceanic nature below. Breathe. In and out.
Calm, silence. Beautiful harmony. Perfect meditation state.
"RAVEN. DID YOU READ THE NEWSPAPER!"
Crash. Shatter. There goes the peacefulness. Shattered into a million pieces. Falling into oblivion.
Do not kill Beast Boy. Do not kill Beast Boy.
Next update: Friday, September 08, 2006.
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