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People. They make you feel crapy on the best of1
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It feels like this town is rotting. Like a mound of roadkill left on the side of the road to fester and mold and decompose, fouling up the air and earth around it like the spreading of a disease. You could watch it slowly swaby The-Exception 300 words, 1 comment, on Aug 13 12:41 PM. In Dark, Death, Depression, Hate, People, Rot, Small town, Society, Weird
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'He don't need no name' as the colloquialism would have it. Names are only good for showing ownership; the fastest way to becoming a slave is to share your name. Or to have one in the first place.1
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The dark glimpse of the moon shown on the black locks of Autumn's hair through her window. Not a day goes by where Autumn doesn't talk abou
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Oh how you carefully pick your prey apart. How you delicately eat the flesh and morsals that please you palette. The Hawk is watching, watching, yes he is watching and I am watching him. Ever carefully keeping an eye on usby Lord Dagwood 600 words, on Jan 17 3:55 PM 2008. In Animals, Destruction, Enviroment, Hawk, People, Sadness, Truth
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The six sticks are so similar, yet so different because of their color and taste.
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