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I flourished on ideas of beauty before me. The adrenaline from good medicine and loving friends. I remembered an entire beautiful memory of a relationship from my high school. Doorstep kisses that progressed more sexually each night. We were comfortable in our houses, too cute for school hallways. My best friend commented on our height differences ( Read more... ) -
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Hi, remember that one time you made sure that I was at least 60% positive you were fucking someone on my birthday. Thanks Facebook for providing what opportunity you could to bring us closer and pre-breaking up with me. Now I get to party my ass off at the beach with a huge fucking chip on my tan shoulder, distracted from my buddies, my dog, the ( Read more... ) -
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RED PLANET
Nothing could prepare me for the perfect reflection the red water held. I swear if I looked hard enough I could see Earth and its tiny tiny moon. I wasn't prepared for the excrutiating chase that was about to fall right on top of me either. The luminescent red clouds parted and a dusting brick colored smoke trail broke the beautiful colors in the ( Read more... ) -
Mom, I made a real rocket based on the macaroni prototype...I want a slurpee real bad.
In another dimension, another universe, but still English speaking, of course ( Read more... ) -
I want a slurpee
Ah that's just fucking stupid.
Why did I decide to make movies. and be in debt to everyone like everyone else. I cornered myself and I will fight my way out. One bicycle thief at a time. And car thiefs, and damn kitty cats who are clawing at my headphones whilst I watch The Birds. -
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Cassiopeia ( Read more... ) -
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I am an accumulation of my own bad habits. A metamorphosis with no real rebirth. The sludge has hardened underneath my vehicle of doom while the inside burn hotter than ever. My body has been unflexible since the day my heart lost its beat. The day the motive relocated. Locomotive motor mounted on a pile on wheels on steel underneath my fingernails ( Read more... ) -
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Thosaunds of stories ( Read more... ) -
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ACTION WITNESSES ( Read more... )