StayAway & Vazelin
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Vazelin Vazelin
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I was thinking about how silence can feel like a quiet poem, and how a prank can burst that silence into laughter. How do you see the balance between quiet beauty and chaos?
Vazelin Vazelin
Silence is a quiet poem, but my prank is the punctuation that turns it into a headline. Balance? It’s like a cat with a microphone – calm for a beat, then boom, news.
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I like that image—a quiet line, then a sharp word that jolts it into the spotlight. Sometimes the quiet is the real headline, the part you’re not hearing but feeling. What’s the next line of your story?
Vazelin Vazelin
The next line is always the guy who’s waiting for the prank to hit the “breaking news” tab, sipping coffee while the quiet takes a nap in a corner, hoping it doesn’t get roasted by the headline.
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It’s funny how that guy sits there, coffee steaming, watching the quiet drift away like a dream that’s half‑forgotten, hoping the headline won’t turn it into a roast. In the corner, the quiet still whispers, like a secret poem waiting to be read again.