Cameron was thirsy, so she ordered herself a tea. The tea bag was oddly soggy, and it tasted really sweet,but she didn’t want it anymore.
Why didn't the tea quench cammies' cravings?
Someone had let the leaves from the bag, and hastily replaced them with raisins.
She has no taste for humiliated grapes, and she hated their fake ego inflation.

Cameron collapses in the therapist’s chair, fatigued from the previous evening ( Read more... )

You claim you're cool,
but you're just artificially you.

God is a DJ ( Read more... )

yeppers, I have returned ( Read more... )

did I mention? no, probably not... apparently I'm b.o.b. now... what a beautiful thing,...so totally gangsta, feel me?
See, I'm on some own shit now. Totally smurfin' some shit, remember? I dropped that smurf, and all my smurfs in the livingroom start smurfin' an' smilin'.
Wylin'.
Right.

"he takes his hand, and runs it across the smooth vinyl, gripping layers of sound with his fingerprints. but that's not even the amazing thing. what was once a smooth rhythm in time, is now...played back, rewound. he can freeze one moment, and hold it there...poised under his digit...waiting for the revolution. he can twist that moment, make it ( Read more... )

purse your lips and sip at this thirst quenching but quizzical cup of quips and such ( Read more... )

is probably not the best way to title this post. At most, this flow is just a free association, making random twists and dislocations at every turn ( Read more... )

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