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Jane stared at the rolled up notebook until the streetlight outside of her room was the only source of light. Blinking out of her reverie, she pick..
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I never thought the mingled scents of hundreds of flowers could be such an aphrodisiac. She was behind me, her lips softly caressing my neck. Not bein..
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Shoot me with a double barrelled sawed off shot gun.
Use deer shot.
Point blank range.
Aim at my face.
Pull the trigger.
I won't have a head..
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Contrary to popular belief, the world today does not need a super hero, rather a super villain. The villain, Mr. Scarydeathguy, would wreak havoc u..
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The title is not a typo.
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The title just stuck.
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If you’re listening, I don’t think you should be. One of these days, that plan you had is going to backfire and you’re going to f..
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Splayed on the dirt encrusted floor was a woman.
Her stringy hair was dull with grease,
She wore no clothes,
Rolls of fatty flesh spread on the har..
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Normalcy is just a dream for the crazy
We are all just little kids
Hoping for something more
Than melted ice cream and tooth fairy gifts
Holding o..
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Take my hand
I'm stretching it out for you
Straining against bonds we can never know
The fairytale is fading
A spider web glow lingering in the ..
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