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The supermarket staff canteen at which James worked and in which I spent my supermarket lunchbreak was a sombrous and sanitised affair. It contained plain little wooden tables, a few vending machines, a counter where hot food was served at certain times of day and a pool table that rarely worked and at which I sometimes played games against a disabled girl who I was quite fond of. The walls, floor and ceiling of the canteen were an identical shade of deep beige. There was also a sealed off smoking area.
James and I actually worked for different companies as the invisible powers that be at the superma
by ~AVaudeville
The Mysteryofthe Chicken BonesThe Mystery of the Chicken BonesThe Mysteryofthe Chicken Bones
You awake with a painful appetite for wilderness. You leave your bed; go out a door, down a hallway, out a door, up a street, across another street and into the park. The park is not really wilderness, but there is grass and trees and birds there. It is a very bright night and the air feels fresh against your skin. You begin to feel happy. As you expected there is no one around. You don’t even regret forgetting to wear shoes.
You move in arcs and curves, vaguely heading for the water. It is not a night for straight lines. Y
by ~AVaudeville
The New EugenicistsThe New EugenicistsThe New Eugenicists
A visitor to a town was awoken by some quiet kind of commotion coming from outside. It was two hours before he intended to wake up. He lay for a moment weighing his curiosity against his will to sleep. Yawning slightly, the visitor left his bed and went to the window. There was some type of protest going on. A large, long group of youths was marching in the street below. Instead of placards, each protester was holding a string of beads, which they were clicking in a slightly organised kind of rhythm. It was early, and apart from the rally the streets were nearly empty. The ea
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- Interests: Keeping fish, stealing peoples' mail, burrowing
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Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake;
to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool.
~Gram Rabbit
i'll be by to do some reading soon!
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Sometimes all it takes is a little smile or some chocolate cake;
to put a spring in the step of the bi-polar fool.
~Gram Rabbit
So you can do your worst
He's going underground
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SINAI BENDS
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my mom's page
support artists! I mean it!
“i wish coke was still cola
and a joint was a bad place to be”
-merle haggard
Yet, I didn't even write that line.
It's from a Thursday song, "Ian Curtis."
So don't blame me, because that wasn't my intention.
love always C
I shall read your work... By the way, age is irrelevant here.
Anyway, thankyou once again.
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