chucked97

chucked97

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Professional heartbreaker, loveshaker, cuntlicker. Luce had an aversion to anyone coming into her, but loved to curl her fingers into all of you, leaving the scars from her fingernails within your walls. She twisted in the most delightfully painful ways and loved you like the bursts from a million machine guns.

step

Upwards. Forever upwards. Rise over run. Energy expended in vertical motion, then rest. A step is a symbol for our efforts to move forward, upwards. I have an image of what is at the peak of the world but I will need to climb to reach it.

You know I never believed in 0s and 1s. There was emptiness and there was something. I've never understood information technology -- it doesn't make sense to me how little lines in chips could make all these wonderful things that so improve human life.

I love using the word however. It makes writing essays so very easy and conveys everything that needs to be conveyed by a useless, filler word that makes you sound more intelligent. However is a backtrack that isn't really going back but distracting you from the fact that you're never going to go back to that fact. However is a pause and a juke away from the point of the matter.

fangs

I don't believe in vampires or werewolves. There are scarier things that sneak about in the nightness of your mind. People with fangs in the form of guns, hate, too little to do.

My father has a telescope in the garage. It's covered by a black velvet cloth, and if you put rhinestones in it, and gazed up at it, I think it would make a good night sky.

There they are, the little business school drones in their V-neck sweaters. Some wear collars, some don't. I'm simultaneously trying to be one of them and lookiing with disdain upon this world of fake smiles.

I swear these words are getting worse. He was the tallest man there, so tall in fact, that he had to stoop to stay inside buildings. He'd die at a young age because to be the -est of anything is a sure sign of a young death.

If I have dreams, then this schedule will kill them. I squashed between the minutes, like a bug between bookshelves. Another obligation looms in fron of me like a mountain made of letter s and words. Whoa am I beyond all this?

I don't know what to say to him when he drops off the check and looks at me expectantly. I don't have the money to pay and I don't have the slikness of tongue to make him go away. I would run, but my feet won't let me.

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on this day 17 years ago

tammie wrote about habitat
“A place that we live. They'll talk about how we destroy it, that's wrong. We're molding it into our own image. So our image is fire and metal and desolation, but that's fine. We're egotistical en…”

the words tammie reaches for

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