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S**t began to get weird the night, the cat (he'll kill me for calling him that) began to talk, and it snowballed from there. That night was about s..
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applause.laugh, roll curtainsThat’s the joke --now much too small.but in the world isever truly GIANTSOnly here are weagainst wet stone.now, arm..
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Good writing should be a lot
like taking a s**t. It should build up and swell inside your bowels until it
screams to be expelled from your body, and..
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Teddy(a self-destructive ocean):he thwarted everycontact with the"Yeti"Maybe he was crazy,there was no Yeti"you're not into theworld" I'd sayno armor,..
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a last request,Buy More and Save!console yourselfabsorb yourselfdestroy yourselftoo hungry, we aretransforming not only ourselvesbut, everything we to..
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Its 2amthe morning of mynineteenth birthdayand I amgrabbing nineteenbooks off the shelfattemptingto find nineteen wordsto describe the nineteenthingst..
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I am the cancerthat infects an otherwisehealthy child.
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Death has a funny way of romanticizing people. A person is held in the warmest regards only after they've s**t the bed and croaked. Thedisgruntled, ha..
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Whoever
said "deadmen tell no tales" is a liar because here I am as
lifeless as the sunbaked corpse of a bandit who was fucked and left
for dead..
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Buying scratch tickets atthe supermarket to breakchange for drugsmy god, what have I created
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