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clean sheets. warm bodies ***** ******* poking you as we reach the threshold of ecstasy. I am still. you’re shaking and the world goes black and I awaken
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Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
lust
4am and my eyes are killing me, and I'm dull and sore and **** **** **** **** **** Leaning against an arcade booth of Street Fighter 2 watching them dance in green lazer lights. We decided to go back to her friend's place. Her friend got wine, he got beer. He ****** in the bushes. Admitted he was drunk. On the roof of her friend's apartment, I ****** down a cold coffee, and we played acoustic music. We climbed higher on the roof. They smoked and drank, and just generally shot the **** Something bad happened between him and her; she ran off crying, he's calling her a child, a baby. He's pretending he's not mad, pretending he's in control of his emotions while lashing out. Throws a beer bottle, decides to leave. She practically begs him for a ride home. Me and her friend want so badly for her to stay. Stay. She leaves with him. Drunk and ****** to drive her home. I start walking home soon after. I get lost on a street. It's 2am and I'm jumping up and down waving my hands, trying to get someone to just tell me where I am. A man across the street must be taking out garbage, I walk across the street and say, "Excuse me sir?" He shouts, "No! Go back across the street! NO!" like I'm a ******* wild animal. I ask him, "Can you just tell me where Bluestone is?" He tells me to go north. His input is useless. I hope he dies of pancreatic cancer. I kick a can and yell, **** all of you, collectively!" to the suburban nightmare I'm trapped in. "I hope they nuke this ******* **** stain neighborhood!" Kick an empty Arizona can in contempt and disgust. I have a small monologue with myself and almost break down on the sidewalk. Walk back to practically where I came from, and take the long way home. On my way I pass a stranger who asks, "Dig?" No ******* idea what they meant. I dodge the skunks and grab a hubcap. Wanted a trinket. I think I'm gonna have a ******* aneurism.
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Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 4:49 AM UTC
"I Hope They Nuke This **** Stain Town and Drown the Earth in it's Ashes."
4am and my eyes are killing me, and I'm dull and sore and **** **** **** **** **** Leaning against an arcade booth of Street Fighter 2 watching them dance in green lazer lights. We decided to go back to her friend's place. Her friend got wine, he got beer. He ****** in the bushes. Admitted he was drunk. On the roof of her friend's apartment, I ****** down a cold coffee, and we played acoustic music. We climbed higher on the roof. They smoked and drank, and just generally shot the **** Something bad happened between him and her; she ran off crying, he's calling her a child, a baby. He's pretending he's not mad, pretending he's in control of his emotions while lashing out. Throws a beer bottle, decides to leave. She practically begs him for a ride home. Me and her friend want so badly for her to stay. Stay. She leaves with him. Drunk and ****** to drive her home. I start walking home soon after. I get lost on a street. It's 2am and I'm jumping up and down waving my hands, trying to get someone to just tell me where I am. A man across the street must be taking out garbage, I walk across the street and say, "Excuse me sir?" He shouts, "No! Go back across the street! NO!" like I'm a ******* wild animal. I ask him, "Can you just tell me where Bluestone is?" He tells me to go north. His input is useless. I hope he dies of pancreatic cancer. I kick a can and yell, **** all of you, collectively!" to the suburban nightmare I'm trapped in. "I hope they nuke this ******* **** stain neighborhood!" Kick an empty Arizona can in contempt and disgust. I have a small monologue with myself and almost break down on the sidewalk. Walk back to practically where I came from, and take the long way home. On my way I pass a stranger who asks, "Dig?" No ******* idea what they meant. I dodge the skunks and grab a hubcap. Wanted a trinket. I think I'm gonna have a ******* aneurism.
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