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Happy New Year!!! We're picking up Soushi Souai, by Liberum! It's a school romance story that we hope you will enjoy! Please look forward to our next release
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V. LIBERUM.
You are not of this world, with its flat ground and open spaces, the people who speak too slow and look with empty gazes. No, you are one of the stars; your blood sings with stardust, a symphony, your eyes twinkling with galaxies unfounded. Itâs enough to leave you without breath, when you look around recognize that you do not belong. Your words are exquisite, almost musical in its eloquence, rolling from your tongue as you speak. They may snigger and walk away from you, muttering about your oddities, but you do not mind. You float through the halls, your voice rising and gasping like champagne fizzing through your veins, too eager to fly. Youâre a work of art to be inspected by some, to be hatched down and bottled up like a musky old perfume. Silly them, they donât realise that you canât be restrained to this world.
Itâs been a charmed life, some could say, but those would be the ones who have only read the footnotes and seen your languid strolls, your sloppy grin as your words slur the morning after another night drowning yourself in red wine. They donât know the heartache stabbing each word, the things youâve run from, the things you refuse to let yourself think about now. Why would they? Youâve done a perfect job hiding every crack and hole in the tapestry of your life, weaving together a new fairytale, something beautiful and magical, a riddle to be solved. There have been a few who have tried to understand, to get to the bottom of the puzzle and rip off the mask, seeing behind the perfect, champagne-stained facade; and then there are others who are happy to worship you, and you let them.
And perhaps there is a part of you that enjoys the effect you can have, alienating those around you and floating to a higher ideal of living. The thought that youâre something so much more than anyone could ever expect is something that sings to the chords of your soul, even as you wander alone and watch others around you settle for a mundane life. No, you could never belong with them; youâre someone whoâs name is to be remembered, a star on the walk of fame, or a muse to be whispered of with love and fervent worship. Youâre happy to spend your time here on Earth with those you have binded yourself to, your dreamers, but your heart thrums in a different rhythm to theirs. For now, youâre happy to go along with their schemes and watch them cause chaos, watch the blood run down your arms and inhale the smoke. Watching your dreamers curse and roam at the sky, looking to your stars for guidance. Thereâs something awfully romantic about murder binding you to your loves, isnât there?
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SOLITUDENIM. The two of you are birds of the same tarred feather, in your eyes. Both of you spending hours by one anotherâs side, isolated by the others. They donât speak much, but youâre more than happy to fill the silence; thereâs a silent understanding between you, a peaceful alliance between two souls. The poet and the dreamer, you remark, watching them with eyes full of mirth.
GRATIA. Youâve taken them under your wing, right from the beginning; the moment you saw them, you felt your mind wish to reach out and curl a finger around their delicate wrist. You see the fragile, china-like span of their mind, the way they refuse to meet your eyes as they pass by you in the hall, the soft smile marking their lips when they hear your voice floating through the open space. Theyâre a rare collectorâs item.
SAPIENTIA. Logic is what keeps a distance between you both, every conversation managing to end in a debate, your voice lilting and their eyes wide with anger. Itâs something of a habit you canât quite quit, watching them question everything with one sentence, and you get a kick out of it in an uncomfortable way that twists at you. Still, thereâs something exciting about it.
THIS SKELETON IS TAKEN.
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BACK IN TIME: LADY GAGA PROMOTES âARTPOPâ ON âSUKKIRI!!â
It's become a tradition for Lady Gaga to visit the hosts of the Japanese TV show "Sukkiri!!" whenever she's on a promotional tour in Japan. Let's take a look at her outfits from her visit back in 2013. Last time, she promoted her album âJoanneâ wearing Milo Maria.