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is lapt in pooling crimson

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when i was fourteen and goth my parents dragged me to the cote d’azur despite my best efforts, i tanned and was expelled from the goth community on my return. i wanted to kill myself so bad but couldn’t —— no longer goth

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my girlfriend has been cellaring beside me. her pussy is bone-dry —— a prized profile among connoisseurs

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my longevity protocol is built around the concept of ‘ageing like a fine wine’ it involves steady cellar rest in a pupitre , & periodic quarter rotations by a white-glove remueur until i am ‘sur pointe’

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@infraexplained dieter :)

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@quiveron_x we differ on point five especially

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@macrocephalopod it's been my breakfast for a long time, though i've since elevated it; it's called ovsyanaya kasha and is standard fare in russia

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https://t.co/eOpDA9fsZM

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should mother make me take another bath, on this entire family shall i pull the plug

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a stench recommends a man; as it precedes him, carries the outward sign of his obduracy. you scrubbed masses; you chronic, soap-mongering ablutionists; make yourselves scarce, and are gone: lingerless, aeriform, asomatous

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@erogetism and why were you wearing shoes? to hide your unsightly feet

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@noisebvrst @tragedy4sworn Please, it's the 4th

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@Discollaborator thanks mitya. i've told them im going to kill but they just keep calm at their low level. what do?

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Knowing it will quicken his want for bubble tea, I forbid my son from having any. I monitor his dot on FindMy and soon catch him in the act of purchase. I'm out the car before he can draw his card. Equable, I tell the boy behind the counter to take a maxi cup and fill it to the rim with bobas. He acquiesces. My son, smart boy, knows what’s about to happen. He starts crying. I tell him if he hurls, doesn’t matter, suck the bobas back. Canted back in a plastic chair, I sip my own—lychee oolong—now and then troubling to blow a boba at his head. ‘That one too.’ People stare. ‘I’m sorry, he’s autistic’, I offer. This kind of unilateral bonding activity has relieved my ennui and even imbued my days with a certain je ne sais quoi.

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let’s see what’s trending on le twit

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i am stronger than the sun, he thought hubristically, passing into the summer outside unsunscreened

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@Fredward3948576 you hit rock bottom

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@freezethesaint

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@seansphotos so good. especially house cat

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my childhood buddy jonny, who pelted pigeons with his boba pearls, is facing life in prison for triple rape-murder :(

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@freezethesaint ersatz is such a beautiful name for a child