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ask yourself to the prom"Well, they talk you know."ask yourself to the prom
"About what?"
"Well, it's not so much...talking as it is writing."
"Where do they write it, and what?"
"The bathroom...you know, you've seen it."
"That's about me?"
"Get the fuck out, slut, whore, cunt, bitch."
"Oh..."
"Well, you could always ask yourself to the prom."
"No, I'd rather stay home."
"And do what?"
"I'll probably stand in front of a mirror and cry, squeezing and pointing at the parts of myself that I hate. After that I'll probably stick two of my fingers down my
by ~moon-rabbits
where is my mindWhat a sick, sick man. Never before had he ever seen such a misused and corrupted creature. Hunched over a porcelain bowl, letting loose agonizing and guttural groans as his mouth became the floodgates of hell and his breakfast became the four hoursemen barreling forth the cry of doomsday on all heathens.where is my mind
How did he get like this? he wondered. How did this being steadily decay from a beautiful child wrapped in a cuccoon of maternal love into this raw and crude manifestation of human anguish? To find this out he would have to back up, he would have to reach back through the body of time and pull forth the answer from it's perilous
by ~moon-rabbits
beast insideThe moon hung above the field, pregnant and infected. He no longer felt anything other than the howl in his breast, forcing it's way from his throat in a guttural howl of rage and abandonment of what was his humanity. The moonlight had unleashed him, and the night had taught him nothing but the true meaning of bloodlust. All around him was nothing but darkness and wind, caressing him like a mother would a child, no matter how ugly or defected.beast inside
His vision had increased ten fold, even through the limitless night he could see the crisp outlines of the trees' wooden claws scraping for the black tapestry of heaven above. Every sniff o
by ~moon-rabbits
letterDearest,letter
How are you? I'm sorry it's been so long since I last wrote, but my life has become full. My time is hard to divide into pieces, but I haven't forgotten about you. Although my own time has been hard to find, knowing that I get to sit at this table and write you a letter is one of the many joys I strive to enjoy. My cottage is wonderful, I can see the lake from here, it's right outside. The trees have all been stripped naked by the wind's harsh breath and their leaves lay all about my yard, and many more still float upon the skin of the lake. It is truly beautiful here, and
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- Current Residence: STEEL CITY.
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- Favourite movie: The Wizard of Oz
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