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oh for fuck's sake.
so, one of the top-selling genres of books is murder mysteries. I read them. lots of people read them. as far as I know, no one is running around screaming that if you READ and/or WRITE about murder that you are either condoning murder or out shopping for an ax to kill your neighbor with. -
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Each player of this game starts off with 10 weird things/habits/little-known facts about themselves. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 10 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks.
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I changed my color for you, I shed my coat with caution but I lack the beauty you display ( Read more... ) -
mmph
and then there were three
wasted and fallen by the roadside
anguish fingering herself in the dying light
ecstasy dreaming of playground swings and fresh picked cherries dripping blood juice
hunger just sat in the dust and wrote my name in the sand
the pine barrens are waiting
tar and sand
death and dreams
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The lace curtain made the pale evening light scatter and break. It was the only bit of brightness in the room; he liked it that way. Dark walnut paneling and furniture that was older than he was filled every inch of the space--he liked it that way as well. There were knick-knacks and curio cabinets and antimacassars on every chair. Paintings of ( Read more... ) -
second person voice drabble
written for wk_100You don’t know why he always insists on this charade of affection. It’s just sex, you both know that. It started that way months ago and hadn’t changed. Had it? He urges you to lean back against his chest and rubs your shoulders, working out the knots that wielding the katana create ( Read more... ) -
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yes, I'm messing with colors. It'll be weird and ugly for a while.