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Oct 17, 2006 12:54

Hollow man falls onto the cobblestone road, an echo emitted from the gaping hole in his chest. The nearby streetlamp flickers with mild indifference. The ravenous vultures cackle like a pack of noontime hens debating the fresh morning gossip. They hobble out from the shadows with awkward hops and skips, their talons clicking and clacking against ( Read more... )

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these vultures 65x503_8 October 17 2006, 21:59:49 UTC


are you positive they're not just seagulls. just one seagull.

we are not the hollowmen, the stuffed men. we are the atomic splice. made with whatever rusty seaside implement we find together, to unbegin the impale. perpetually. until we end. (i want a hug.)

i love you there. <3.

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your vultures thebetterofme October 18 2006, 02:18:19 UTC
hung by a hook breaching the hull of it's beak. no... that one survived. i'd like to believe we saved it.

don't forget that i shat on a beach. i did that with you.
<3. ilyt.

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iknownooohoooandover 65x503_8 October 18 2006, 02:28:07 UTC


and we fed the plants in a cemetary. yep. ilyt back. and arm. and <3.

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Re: these vultures superanalogue October 18 2006, 13:38:00 UTC
why do seagulls fly over the sea? because if they flew over the bay, they would be called baygulls. GEDDIT? BAGELS.

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_graphy October 18 2006, 01:18:33 UTC
i felt this way for a while now.

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