there is nothing disconnected about the three words "truth" "bookcase" "rose" when one talks about the fox
in a way it was like the three words had engrained themselves into his very being and that made him a real pain
he made up for it with cups of sweet warmth a place beside him but he would always be that loveable pain
in the arms of his mother at the edge of a katana on death's door he was always the same
a pain who spoke the truth
Spoiler
Last line is actually from YYH's Hiei, I'll dare ya to figure out what this poem is about >>; and i know it's not too great, but it's better than nothing, eh? The three words "truth" "bookcase" and "rose" showed up on a three random noun gen and I HAD to write about the beloved Fox after seeing them
By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return. — Genesis 3:19
