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blahWe roared like lions in the night--trippin gleefully on our pretty yellow tabs & confiscated pop rocks until our waxen garments melted away into the ether. Jumping in the ocean seemed the only right, and proper thing left for us. So it goes, and so it went--the land could not hold us. Quick, fast--gentle we went into the water like little gods. Bad acid that night, but it didn't matter. The four of us had already won.blah
Night swallowed us. No need to fight now, the stars were out and we were there to see them--no better buisness left for us to attend. No desire to find any.
Sand was in my toes, and I was happy. &
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randomnessA student of souls and cities walks the night unchecked by the trappings of sanity—rage blooming behind his glassy eyes with sinister intent. He has seen terror, and now he has the mind to become it; the embodiment of his own fear doubled-up inside him. He is a weapon of the worst kind.randomness
Woe to any that pass him.
The lonely staccato of flickering street lamps echoes around him, wrapping his drug-addled mind in a cocoon of hate. He hears the siren call of dope boys in the distance, and knows what he has to do.
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automatic fictionWe saw him on the street and ran the other way. Three blocks and we never looked back. Too much weed that day. Oh well.automatic fiction
Twenty-five steps away I thought I heard him crying. Something clicked inside and it was all I could do not to let my legs go.
Then came the urge.
I wanted to go back and punch him in the balls as hard and as often as my mind would let me.
In my head I did go back.
I saw him there laying in a slump—tears coming down his face like a lot of rain, with that same stupid, pitiful look on his face. There may
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We Had TroubleWe had trouble. The world was closing in and nothing could stop it. We would have to get real jobs. All of us. It seemed like a long summer was ending. Time to say goodbye.We Had Trouble
Oh well. Oh well.
I wondered out loud, is this how dreamers die?
Boris was laughing. He was always laughing then. There were things to laugh about. It seemed that way at least.
He would say later his mind was just trying to catch up. It wouldn't take long.
The gestation period varies. So does the mileage.
Boris is always crying now. I give him my shoulder when I'm not laughing.
You c
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