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rhyme79 - - "Take equal measures of anxiety, guilt and mood swings and slosh together into a small, predictable bowl with a tiny dribble of sociability to ensure viscosity. Agitate to blend. Next, in a large, shiny container take a generous portion of doubt being sure to remove all encouragement. Add a small packet of opportunity. The best to use is the dehydrated, meaningless kind that is now commonly available in any supermarket. Stir well. Combine both mixtures in a larger, shinier bowl and swamp with an increasing measure of memory loss, pre-combined with a good intellect and liberal serving of regret. Divide into thirty three pieces of non-uniform, random size and arrange into some kind of vague design. Sprinkle each with a delightful mix of depression and frustration. Leave to prove then knock back. Repeat this several times, being sure to allow room to stew. Finally, serve with a conservative dusting of budget cuts and any prescribed medication. This recipe goes well with all kinds of clueless idiot. You can usually find these anywhere incompetence is paid a salary. Enjoy. "View -
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kenzieb - - "I stand upright on my toes. Straight, tall, indifferent. People mill around me, gathering closer to the pole from which I hang. I can fill their eyes trained on me as they gaze at my tortured body. Scars zig-zag up and down my body in an array of welts and deeply cut wounds. I can still hear the whirl of the whip as it slices through the air, breaking the sound barrier, and slaps across my back. Scarring me for life. The price that I paid for my freedom. I stand upright because everyone is watching. Everyone wants to know if their young leader will still lead them out of bondage. I stand upright, my hands hanging from the pole above my head, to make sure they know I’m not quitting. "View -
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gregorybush - - "Sorry for not being on here so often. I’ll still be posting every so often. "View -
Zozojay - - "I realize you can’t always stay/ but still I want to know why you go away/ Even when I stare so I hurt/ Even when my lies fall in the dirt/ Even as I rub my face raw/ Even as my cry turns to caw/ Even as the words turn to dust/ And the need turns to must/ Even when you go. Still I, vaguely know. You won’t be coming back. "View -
prestonrenz - - "At last, an online friend of mine has created an account here. Now i can see just how far their brilliance can go in the form of these quick-thinking writes. Have at you, Bliz-Sama! "View -
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speakthroughvision - - "Remember me I’m the one who had your baby’s eyes "View -
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