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wearywater - - "There are worse things to be, I suppose. "View -
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thirteenthwind - - "Never allow someone to become a priority in your life when you’re just an option in his. "View -
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businessninja - - "The susurrus siren’s call of words yet to be learned licks at the senses like a longing lover, awaiting embrace. "View -
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caitlinmonster - - "Something went sick with us. It was always wilting and curling brown, but the bottom fell out sooner than I had expected. I saw sparkling into tens and twenties of years in the future, and I had no idea how wrong I was. Love is something with spikes that you put down your throat. Time repeats. Time repeats itself. I have given myself over and I have given myself over and over again. I am done with being done. I am looking for something cleaner than you. I am breathing my own breath now, never yours. "View -
eileenmaki - - "Crescent The crescent roll sat in front of me, steaming, the butter melting down the sides and dripping onto the petite plate. I sat with my hands in my lap, staring at the butter, thinking about adding some jam to the mess when my door buzzer rang. I sat there for a moment more, hoping whoever it was would go away when the buzzer rang again. Two short bursts of noise and then one long buzz. “Great.” I thought. “It’s Marvin.” "View -
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landofdave - - "”The attributes that will benefit you most are confidence, common sense and sanity.” Maybe, with confidence, I can fake the other two… "View -
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rhyme79 @rhyme79 ?
active 1 week ago
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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