Today while walking from the train to work with dunkin donuts by my side some construction workers started singing "I'm afraid of Americans" to me. If they took requests I would have probably suggested something off Broken or Pretty Hate Machine. Gave up, perhaps
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Last night I drank some beers to take the edge off of hell week (floor moves and window changes at work) and ended up bombing a xanax while I was at it. This ended in me passing out at 9pm fully dressed while watching the championship of paper scissors rock. It was only until recently that I realized I have a gift at paper scissors rock. Some
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4 goths sat next to where I was standing on the train today while on my way home from work. Typical post high school didn't go to college but still into Cradle of Filth fellows who gave me a friendly nod upon seeing my tattoos but I kept an ice grill because it's been one of those days. As we emerged from the shadowy depths of the underground train
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Upon reading "Me Talk Pretty One Day" which I've been keeping on ice for about a year now. I started thinking about different things when I was younger that made me feel like an outsider to the other kids. From getting out of class for an hour each week to see a speech teacher in all of elementary school, or how I had to go see a phyciatrist in 1st
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The night is pure and my blood is not. What he said; "Meet me in the park after dark and we'll share sweat under the willow tree" His bones showing through his t-shirt, Eyes looking up at me. "I wanna be the taste in your mouth" I tell him. His spit drys on me.