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I am a Horror Writer
somedrunkblackspoon
27/Male/Iceland
Why I Am Here
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GOD TOLD ME SO, TO MY FACE!
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I miss you sometimes. Not in an I -really-wish-we-could-get-naked-together-and-roll-around-in-tapioca sort of way, but moreso an alex, my god i could really use a hug minus hyphen uses and commas...love love love and miss you sort of way. thanks for listening to me whine and laugh and be obnoxious and you were even sober whilst doing it a few times. i would call you a fucker but i would get banned and well i just don't want to do that eve if it is my pet name for you.
you do have such a clever way of whining and being obnoxious that i just can't help myself from being thrust naked into the tapioca with you. god forbid we all drown in it. god forbid we fill out lungs with the stuff and have it crust around our lips and anuses as we die. tapioca in the veins. god forbid we enjoy it. god forbid we enjoy it more than living. god forbid the MANAGER of FORENSICS says we died of tapioca. they'd seal the ports of that stuff. or, god forbid, maybe not. god bless you tricia.
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
indeed too long in fact
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Fear the man who has nothing to lose, for he who has nothing to lose has nothing to fear.
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a rat became the unit of currency
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stirring stuff
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
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love so deep, kills you in your sleep
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