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would anyone give a fuck
but us?
LET THE MIND FUCKERY BEGIN. ALL CAPS.
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ShudderThe nights when I shudder are the ones filled with grime and the smell of wet tobacco on dirty, warm cement mixed with the feel of gray water seeping from asphalt under bald cab tiresShudder
The nights when I shudder my head empties into a sky of broken-glass stars that shine down on a city cracked under its own weight buckled, sagging, but not yet shattered
The nights when I shudder dead stone finds its pulse in the neon buzzing of a city that screams its defiance to the empty sky, the broken-glass stars and to me, a being of less significa
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Sunflower She stood out in the desert sun like an open sore on the baked earth, her lips blackened and hair spread out in the dirt like a burned halo. She must have been dead for a few days, because the bugs were just starting to get to her. Her skin looked like jerky, the sun had baked the moisture out of her, leaving her mummified in the dirt. A tough treat for coyotes. Incredible they hadn’t found her already. Incredible we found her at all, here on the playa somewhere in Utah. I stood up slowly, taking a drag on my cigarette, glancing uSunflower
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Mr. Bringe "Sir, all these reports suggest that--" I began, stifling a nervous cough. Bringe cut me off harshly. "All your reports suggest, Mr. Frederickson, is that you are an idiot." He growled. He exhaled slowly, sitting back, golden eyes narrowing through the smoke that drifted from his nostrils. "Westek does not deal in vague suggestions, we deal in clear market trends. That is why I am rich, and that is why Westek has done so well. That is why I want you to meet with this private firm. Our research," he gave me another look, sharp naiMr. Bringe
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Once Upon a Never Once upon a time, there was a little village. In the little village there was a house. It was a giant, empty, toothy looking house. Appropriate enough because it would eat things. It particularly enjoyed children's toys. Then the little children would go inside the house, and they would never come back again. Some said the house gobbled them up. Others said they just got taken somewhere else. But no one ever seemed to care. No one stopped the house, or tried to burn it down.Once Upon a Never
One day, two little boys were standing outside the house. It had eaten their ball, and
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My soul is black As blackness as darkness is black Because my soul is sad Because I'm sad inside And the color of my sadness is black And so my soul is black And it bleeds like a million broken hearts Bleeding drops of crimson black sadness And the blackness of my sad dark soul My dad sark soul which is alone And dark and sad and bleeding Like my broken heart, Which is crimson black and broken Like a broken table is broken Except a better example, Like a doll or a mirror But it's pretty broken Beca
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dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
the nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
whatchoo been up toooooo?
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dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
the nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
IT'S A PUN
ahem. anyways. what are you majoring in again?
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dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
the nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.
*flail*
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dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.
the nights are clear, but suffused with sloth and sullen expectation.
<3
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Dude--why do you have to be such a vagina?
<3 <3
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PENIS ASLO
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'No matter what you've seen, heard, or felt, the stupidest thing you could think is that you've seen, heard and felt it all.'
-Bikkos the Wanderer
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