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there are holes in the sand because of the hermit ***** but the hermits aren’t nearly as beautiful as these my very solitude is a beauty but i’m the beast i will lay upon this rock at the end of the beach until the shore ***** up and touches me even if the gods above want to scare me with a little water even if the claws pinch me even if the sol water stings me wash my footsteps away evidence of my existance is obsolete i’m but a ghost spiriting amidst the contemporaneity of it all shred my skin away leave them like bones bones after an apocalypse i’m their epilogue the sea is a dog it barks upon the shore it pulls you into a tide of glee it slobbers love in the contours of your face it invites you in, and doesn’t let go.
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Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 3:41 PM UTC
jaanamj
to the waned ribs of the coast
there are holes in the sand because of the hermit ***** but the hermits aren’t nearly as beautiful as these my very solitude is a beauty but i’m the beast i will lay upon this rock at the end of the beach until the shore ***** up and touches me even if the gods above want to scare me with a little water even if the claws pinch me even if the sol water stings me wash my footsteps away evidence of my existance is obsolete i’m but a ghost spiriting amidst the contemporaneity of it all shred my skin away leave them like bones bones after an apocalypse i’m their epilogue the sea is a dog it barks upon the shore it pulls you into a tide of glee it slobbers love in the contours of your face it invites you in, and doesn’t let go.
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I walk the dog after he's done with his dog affairs I walk back home go to the kitchen and give him water and dry food he starts eating. Then I head to the balcony and do the same to my bunny as he hops back and forth until I feed him. Then I feed the hedgehog (wherever that antisocial ball of ***** spikes is hiding) I never see him. I only see trails of **** and empty bowls. then I feed the hamsters and circle back to the kitchen and it commences:       oin oin oin oin oin oin oin                           oin oin oin oin oin oin      oin oin oin oin                                                                     oin oin oin oin oin                   oin oin oin oin oin oin "So you ignore me all day and then cry when you crave veggies, huh?" oin oin oin oin oin oin o— "alright, alright!" I grab his bowl clean it as best as I can as he continues to cry in the back ground. I sprinkle some salad and wild arugula in his bowl, grab a knife curve my fingers, slice some cucumber, and dice some green pimento and shove it all in. oin oin oin oin oin oin — " I heard you the first time, ******* I go up to his cage and there he is. holding the bars still crying for veggies I place the bowl inside the cage and he bolts towards the veggies, and finally shuts the **** up. If I knew a Guinea pig would be this demanding I would've taken my driver's license, quit my job, find another one, got to a bar, have a pint, smoke a cigarette, join a band, write a novel, ****** someone and burry the dead body somewhere those **** cries would never reach me even if their cute.
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Apr 5, 2025
Apr 5, 2025 at 7:53 PM UTC
NVC
Feeding the critters.
I walk the dog after he's done with his dog affairs I walk back home go to the kitchen and give him water and dry food he starts eating. Then I head to the balcony and do the same to my bunny as he hops back and forth until I feed him. Then I feed the hedgehog (wherever that antisocial ball of ***** spikes is hiding) I never see him. I only see trails of **** and empty bowls. then I feed the hamsters and circle back to the kitchen and it commences:       oin oin oin oin oin oin oin                           oin oin oin oin oin oin      oin oin oin oin                                                                     oin oin oin oin oin                   oin oin oin oin oin oin "So you ignore me all day and then cry when you crave veggies, huh?" oin oin oin oin oin oin o— "alright, alright!" I grab his bowl clean it as best as I can as he continues to cry in the back ground. I sprinkle some salad and wild arugula in his bowl, grab a knife curve my fingers, slice some cucumber, and dice some green pimento and shove it all in. oin oin oin oin oin oin — " I heard you the first time, ******* I go up to his cage and there he is. holding the bars still crying for veggies I place the bowl inside the cage and he bolts towards the veggies, and finally shuts the **** up. If I knew a Guinea pig would be this demanding I would've taken my driver's license, quit my job, find another one, got to a bar, have a pint, smoke a cigarette, join a band, write a novel, ****** someone and burry the dead body somewhere those **** cries would never reach me even if their cute.
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