Mood:  mischievious

*Ghost stands against her wall of Shindou Shuichi pictures, wearing a red sweater and dark-looking make-up*

Ghost:
Hello, my name is Ghost and this is my submission for the Pop World's Magazine's Fan Devotion Section for the crash prize of the Fan Devotion Poetry contest. "An Ode to Shudo." By me.

*Ghost holds up a picture of a heart*

Ghost:
This was me, a blackened heart. It stinks, smoulders, and dies. It burnt, roast cod left in a hot oven or cole.

*Changes picture to a bigger heart*

Ghost:
This was me more recently. Hapless, hate-filled hopelessness, laced with less and less sythiseness. I flew face first into Ando's pants and what dwells there?

*Changes picture to a penis*

Ghost:
My nirvana! My mecha! Excitable and free! The part that had I'd been born with, I could conquer Shuichi homosexually. But alas, I lack a cock.

*Changes picture to half of Ando on a sunflower*

Ghost:
I have but half of what I deserve. A man that loves me true. But this to me is not enough. There's a plan I must push there. If closest to Shuichi I cannot grain through force of will alone, I'll combine the two in one.

*Pulls out the other half of the picture, this time with half of Shuichi on a sunflower and puts them together*

Ghost:
And make a Shudo clone.

*She walks forward with the two halves and holds them close to the camera*

WRAP