August 2011
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I FUCKING LOVE YOU ALIAS
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The Sound of a Milkshake
After I get my life in order…
I’m gonna try my hand at making a custom tumblr theme. Something REFLECTIVE of my own personal STYLE and PERSONALITY or maybe just TONE. Hopefully it’ll look COOL and make me PROUD to have put TIME into it. I want something SURREAL and/or FLOW so that it provides a UNIQUE experience to the VIEWER. Excuse me while I go DUMP half of my bank account on...
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thisaboutthecity:
Where’d you paaahk the caah?
cut the kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiids in haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalf
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NOTHING SAYS PROFESSIONAL LIKE LATE TO CLASS
OR WALKING INTO A ROOM POWDERED FEET AND SMELLING LIKE ASS.
I guess he ate all his potatoes…
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*Cue Heroic Theme*
DEFEAT! SHAMEFUL! IGNOMINIOUS!
DEFEAT! SHAMEFUL! IGNOMINIOUS!
DEFEAT! SHAMEFUL! IGNOMINIOUS!
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Discussions at a Water Cooler
Man: How is your daughter doing Joe?
Joe: She is having a great time enjoying the copious amounts of money you aren't making.
Joe gives a grin
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“I am painting pictures which make me die for joy, I am creating with an absolute...”
– Salvador Dalí (via nemi212)
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The Pompous
Him: Garden... or a reasonable place to sit.
Them: Alright just over the hill here. There is a bench and a garden.
Him: Sounds quite alright. I just need 5 minutes.
Them: You have 3
Him: Will this happen to you too?
Them: It happens to everyone. A struggle for power is only natural for systems in this universe designed to survive. For your perception, you must understand our actions are no different from yours. Ours is only held at a much greater scale than yours. You must realize that you're just a spec in the multiverse. An ant hill that can't see the house that they sit in the yard of. You stay untouched until you're an obstacle. I hold compassion for you, but it is no where near the amount I feel for myself.
Him: Why do you not care for the developing, or weak?
Them: That is just a perception. We care for the fruitful. Even the weakened practical, but you suit neither. The time has come.
Him: ...but we haven't come to the bench yet...
Them: It makes no difference...
A wall of light flashed in the distance as a beam connected with the land from the sky. Heat washed over him as the Earth was devoured
Them: ...that moment will be lost in the billions of years you are gone.
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You know...
I still have spray paint on my hands.
Not to alienate you, but to see if there is familiarity.
Keep it morbid yet funny.
Have depressing undertones.
Always a horribly ending.
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A clear blue case for the third kid with...
Creative writing is the best way to get people to listen to your problems. The only environment that supports the fucked mind and depressed soul. I write shit because these are the things that don’t fit into conversation, or that I can’t fit into conversation at least. Plus, writing is a sort of therapy for the author. I’m just going to type random thoughts.
Every time I bite a...
Type your url with your eyes closed.
juenavei:
bonerfruit:
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jamiehewlett:
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jamiehewlett
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juejuenabdbek ;n;
titannaut B ITCHES
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The Gazer
He sat there on the sun soaked gravel. Only cooled by the breeze that refuses to stay calm. Senses overwhelmed by the strong stimuli laying atop him. His vision saturated by the white of the sun while being enclosed in a black fuzz of tunnel vision. His long lost eye lids refused to squint to filter the sun.
Exposed bones shiver and rattle because of his missing insulation. Nothing but a...
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Step by step my friends… we are the ones…
Rasp throat Little Italy tunnel vocal sonic suns
We serenade old women and drink calypso ice tea
against a red sky city backdrop, carrying an MPD
New places and chest pains for the boy in the chair
our fateful august 1st we lost a friend in this lair
to the iron bird and forces of societyyyyyyyyy
so this man’s faces becomes a...
