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This pinball machine stole my beer money. There’s a revival coming and we cannot miss it. I caught on as soon as the cops showed up. I swear I heard this from a Smiths song. I’m not apologizing. I heard you over the airwaves. I could tell from the tone of your voice. If I can’t pay for this with my suffering, what was the point? Y’know, it never really looked good on you, anyways. I swear to God you were in my dream, and I miss you. I think I’m gonna be sick. I’m not doing anything about it. Trust the science. Sleep sideways. I know. You’re beautiful. Man, it hurts bad. Stop the ******* car. There ain’t a ******* thing for miles. I daydream about a life that is not mine. The flowers ain’t any prettier over here, trust me.
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Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
Thanotophobia
This pinball machine stole my beer money. There’s a revival coming and we cannot miss it. I caught on as soon as the cops showed up. I swear I heard this from a Smiths song. I’m not apologizing. I heard you over the airwaves. I could tell from the tone of your voice. If I can’t pay for this with my suffering, what was the point? Y’know, it never really looked good on you, anyways. I swear to God you were in my dream, and I miss you. I think I’m gonna be sick. I’m not doing anything about it. Trust the science. Sleep sideways. I know. You’re beautiful. Man, it hurts bad. Stop the ******* car. There ain’t a ******* thing for miles. I daydream about a life that is not mine. The flowers ain’t any prettier over here, trust me.
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Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 11:17 PM UTC
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