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"freedom is a length of rope.
god wants you to hang yourself with it."
some jackass gave me freedom today instead
of giving me happiness, cue me loose from
all things holy and gave me this anarchy
in my head
somebody decided agency was a good idea and
love was something human should govern
an angel sat on my shoulder for a day
and told me about freedom, what it really is
he thought he was the new god and things were
fine, for a while, until they weren't
freedom is a length of rope, yes, or
a handful of pills you should swallow, or
somebody looking you in the eye and
calling you a liar
god wants you to hang yourself with it."
some jackass gave me freedom today instead
of giving me happiness, cue me loose from
all things holy and gave me this anarchy
in my head
somebody decided agency was a good idea and
love was something human should govern
an angel sat on my shoulder for a day
and told me about freedom, what it really is
he thought he was the new god and things were
fine, for a while, until they weren't
freedom is a length of rope, yes, or
a handful of pills you should swallow, or
somebody looking you in the eye and
calling you a liar
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Change
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"Why?" I asked after a moment of staring across the cave, where
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Cursed
Cursed
Timo was quite the average fifteen year old boy.
He only had one problem: He was cursed.
At the age of eight, he had been playing at the beach and accidentally thrown sand at an old gypsy, who happened to have had a bad day.
Angry with the little boy, she had thrown a strange powder at him, which had made him sneeze. For the rest of the day he had felt a little weak, but after that everything had been alright again.
That was until his thirteenth birthday.
The night after it, Timo had had a strange dream, telling him about his curse: Whenever he got aroused, he would transform into the dream girl of whomever touched him next.
Luc
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The Missing Tights (TG, AR, AP)
“If your daddy objects to you taking ballet,” Miss Valerie told her young disciple, “I'll have to invite him to dance along with us.” It seemed that her plan was working. Mr. Sales pulled up outside the dance school just in time for tea. His thin face was creased and furrowed. He wore a sweater vest that showed no signs of wear or lint. Valerie understood why Alan was afraid of him.
Miss Valerie calmly poured the hot water when suddenly her assistant burst through the door. “Do we have any more tights?” Kimiko asked.
“Why?”
“Eleanor lost hers yesterday and doesn't have another pair.R
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Trigger warning: suicidal thoughts
HEy what why not some quickly written terrible poetry look how fabulous this is
not
haha don't laugh at me it's bad but whatever I have writer's block
HEy what why not some quickly written terrible poetry look how fabulous this is
not
haha don't laugh at me it's bad but whatever I have writer's block
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