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Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans

And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....

Chipotle or taco bell maybe?
Originally published here: https://commaful.com/play/pluzoo/if-i-won-millions-in-the-lottery/
Narcolepsy* hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
            Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
    I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you

         I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
        I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
                 The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
   On constant playback every second deep within my brain

        I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
        I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
    I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
              Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow

    
Narcolepsy** hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
     Another pill, another high, another date to keep
      If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
    Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
Clothes stripped on the
porcelain floor. Shaving
foam applied on his beard.
A razor blade is held up
against his throat. Her
******* are now fully
exposed. They sit against
the sink his eyes blink as
she moves up closer
to him.

Head back on the wall.
She's got full control. Sharp
blades caress his skin. She
whispers sweet poetry as
the blade touches him. Feeling worried feeling little and thin.
He let's her carry on and do
her thing.

Silence falls as lust begins
to show in their eyes. They
both feel the heat and tension.
As she wipes off the cream
that's placed over his chin.
The good vibes start rise and
the love fumes caress the
walls and doors. He tells her
a story of a bride and a groom.
Little by little they find
themselves standing in
the bedroom.

Their hearts beat in sync.
Lust isn't making them think.
Passion stirs in their veins. They
both head to the bed. Skin on
skin. Chest to chest. Lips caressing each others necks. She moans
as he roars. Romantic poetry trembles out of their tongues
and wet lips. Chaos settles
in their hearts.

They finish their hot mess
and lay on their backs to rest. Hearing the pendulum clock
go tick tock. Wrapped in blankets they cuddle and snuggle. And
wait for dawn to come along.
So they head to the dock and
talk about their future plans and dreams. To kiss and hug as
they wait for the morning
sun rise and kiss their
faces and blushing
cheeks* ~
The sky is such a deep beautiful blue
It makes me think of you
Knowing that it's your favorite color
The stars are shimmering just right
Like the twinkle in your eyes, so bright
Thinking of the coming night makes me wonder
How could a simple color change my mind?
Who in the world said that love is blind?
Seeing the blush in your cheeks when you smile
How you know what I'm thinking by looking in my eyes
How you can see through my disguise and little white lies
Dreaming of your laugh lines drives me wild

So, as I walk towards my life late at night
The sky becomes a deeper midnight blue
And there's nothing I've ever seen in your eyes
That could ever make me stop loving you
Actually inspired by the color of the sky last night, it was beautiful.
the orb of light is my destiny.

in my dark valley
escape is a blind flight
on the moonless night

when heavy lies the fog on wing
neath misty sky crickets sing
beckons me the halogen

come embrace forget pain.

be afraid not of the one recourse
come what may fly to the source
soak in the fire of the drizzled night
life is precious with death on sight.


caught in wire stuck on fence
dying this night makes only sense
i fall like rains and at last free

the orb of light is my destiny.
Between September and November each year, Jatinga, a village on the Halflong Ridge, Assam, India, sees the unique and as yet not fully explained phenomenon of birds "committing suicide" at nights that are foggy and moonless. They fly to the light, do not try to escape and are often killed by villagers.
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