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673: Draft
Karres Gallery sits at the tail end of Sixth Street in Royal Oak, near the train tracks. It’s a simple building, but it screams on the inside.
Art lines the beige walls, some of Sam’s some of it was done by his wife Diana. A mirror stands next to one of the paintings Diana’s working on, and near that is a display of a palette, with ( Read more... ) -
666:
Backbiting, accurse me with brevity!
Scowering like a drunken dog, hungry
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665: Journal of Occurences
So on the way to school today, I discovered that my copy of "A Saucerful of Secrets" has a lovely gash in it, which skips like hell during the title song. It is a peculiar scratch, almost circular, which makes me wonder; where did it come from? Probably from the horrible CD player that I have in my decaying car. The Focus was once a bright car, ( Read more... ) -
663: How to set up your VCR (As read by a stripper) (draft 100)
Strip clubs always smell foul. The stench permeates from nowhere but is everywhere. Sweat, blood, bodily fluids, smoke, booze and guilt all float through the air. There is nothing sacred and nothing holy, nothing worth selling but everybody is buying. Time is the main commodity. Time to sit, time to dance, time to ogle, time to fornicate ( Read more... ) -
656: Demons on BBC
Wheel Chair Experience: “Let’s see what this Lark can do ( Read more... ) -
655: One more and some score
I should be studying for my last final, but here I am. Not a bad semester, I got out of Spanish alive and I got a B+ in a class I had no business getting a B+ in. Seriously, I didn't buy the book (therfore I didn't read anything for the class), I showed up once in a while, my best grade on a test was a B+ and I didn't do the papers...and I got a B ( Read more... ) -
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I fell asleep at my desk again. it was at that pint i was thankful for those fire-safety cigarettes that just go out. I had to be careful lighting it again because the damn things could burst into flames ( Read more... ) -
653: Why'd I do that?
Red eyed stairing at the sun
Not thinking about the harm I've done
Eyes cleared with the sound of thunder
I never gave an answer, so you'll wonder...