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collection of shorts

Apathy caring is the only filthy habit in which I’ve never indulged. I am a happy hole in a sad reality.

Bullshit all human ideas are formed from an unknown mystical substance.

Crazy there is a magical word that shields us from anything different.

Death at the end of the mundane hallway there was an unmarked door.

Evolution suddenly, I was a stupid a*****e with legs.

Faith at the top of the giant tree there was a frayed rope attached to a rickety old branch, and a sign that read “swing to Heaven.” ..

Guest there is a well-dressed monster in my living room who rambles about nothing, eats my food, drinks my wine and refuses to leave. now, h..

Hatred she was so afraid of the cold that she set herself aflame, then offered me the torch. I respectfully declined.