Keiko Nobumoto
- Cowboy beepbop
Spike Spiegel: Hey, Jet, did you know that there are three things that I hate? Jet Black: Whatever... Spike Spiegel: Kids... animals... and women with attitude. Jet Black: Oh? Spike Spiegel: So why do we have all three neatly gathered on our ship!
- the guy!
- thoughts8777 Part. 2
black roses. The black roses shrewd the line of hope life gave as a gift. The gift of hatred. The true hatred loves those that partake, only sun-kissed. read it off!
- the guy!
- thoughts8777
The only real thoughts you can see are those that are obsructed, those that are conjured in your mind that can only be recived from deep thinking. No one has ever seen a conjured thought: thoughts can be fabricated by the single lie..., only life can poke holes in the pool. Pooling minds that surge the line. The line of hope that has been dashed in hatred. The hatred that killed the cat, and kissed the man. Courage is no coward, nor is caution. Life comes in pieces that are as vauable as...
Laughing Bull
- Cowboy Bebop
Know this Swimming Bird: This blue eye perceives all things conjoined. The past, the future, and the present. Everything flows, and all is connected. This eye is not merely seeing reality, it is touching the truth. Open the eye of truth... There is nothing to fear. Spike: Yeah... I know what you mean.
Nujabes
- Battlecry - Part 5
Some days, Some nights, Some live Some die, in the way of the Samurai. Some fight, Some bleed, sun up to sundown, the suns of a battlecry. Some days, Some nights, Some live - Some die in the name of the Samurai, Some fight, some bleed, sun up to sundown, the suns of a battlecry, battlecry.
Nujabes
- Battlecry - Part 4
The quote-unquote code stands the test of - time for the chosen ones to find the best of - noble minds that ever graced the face of; hemisphere with no fear; fly over. The blue yonder where the sky meets the sea, and eye meets no eye and boy meets world and became a man to serve the world to, save the day the night and the girl too.
Nujabes
- Battlecry - Part 3
Look, just the air around him. An aura surrounding the heir apparent, he might be a peasant, but shine like grand royalty; he to the people and land, loyalty. We witness above all to hear this. Sea-sickness in the Ocean of Wickedness, Set sail to the sunset no second-guessing far east style with the spirit of wild west.
Nujabes
- Battlecry - Part 2
The battlecry of a hawk make a dove fly and a tear dry. 'Wonder why lone wolf don't run with the clan, only trust instinct, and be one with the plan. Some days, Some nights, Some live some die, in the way of the Samurai. Some fight, some bleed. Sun up to Sundown, the Suns of a battlecry. Some days, Some nights, Some live some die, in the name of the Samurai. Some fight, Some bleed, Sun up to Sundown; The suns of a battlecry, battlecry.
Nujabes
- Battlecry
Yeah, sharp like the edge of a Samurai sword, the mental blade cut through flesh and bone. Though my mind at peace, the world out of order. Missing inner heat, life gets colder. Oh yes, I have to find my path, no less walk on earth - water and fire. The elements compose a magnum opus my Modus Operandi is amalgam. Steel packed tight in a microchip on my arm as a sign of all-pro. The ultimate award is honor - not awards. At odds with the times with wards with no lords. A freelancer.
