

A Body at the StairsI hate this car. Daisy repeated for the fourth time. Its not the car, November protested. Moments later the car rattled to a stop. I am biting back the temptation to say I told you so. It just requires the right touch. He said. The bumper fell off. Isnt that what you say about everything? She said incredulously. Turn the key a few times and - - Play with this thing yourself; Im going inside. She departed the vehicle with one sweeping motion. Uh, hon He beganA Body at the Stairs


The Hypothesis of ChoiceWhere are the Origins the canvas map coordinates that tell me why it was?The Hypothesis of Choice
Did I choose me, or did alien forces fall amongst the brain,
a ticking time bomb of a forest budding outward and slaying whispers of a life?
Where are the Origins the punchline hidden amongst the stars? a cosmic joke so mistaken,
their beaming smiles met with glares.
I am a gamma ray, an astronomical anomaly orbiting close to breaking a galaxy of revelations.
I am an asteroid falling faster. I am dark matter hiding gravitational insecurities. I a


People are all alikeWe are all just passing through the things we think we might be, hoping to find solid ground.People are all alike
Because somewhere along the way we met some one who changed us, but it's not enough. Love isn't enough either is it?
We whisper promises recklessly and breathlessly into eager ears, we're all so desperate to belong to eachother. Promises none of us can ever keep, because we change like the wind's direction. Love you today, feel not much tomorrow.
Everyone's got something inside of them, somethi
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"Am i gay? I'm ecstatic!!"
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Oh! You saw it with your own eyes. I beat it on heavy!
... You beat the title screen on Heavy.
Help me get pro! *click*
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Mr. C
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