

TapeTape By IsEveryoneThisLostTape
It was Saturday night - or was it Sunday morning? Chris never did understand exactly how that worked. He knew that technically at midnight, morning started, and that means that midnight was badly named. But in reality, the night went on long past that. Maybe night kept going until you went to sleep, and his night would end after many people’s started. Chris felt a heat on his fingers and looked at his hand. A cigarette. He had been smoking. He looked around and felt in his pockets for the pack. He opened it up, and it became apparen
The Kiss
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God makes the shots - I just take the picture.
I love how I replied to your facebook on deviant... Then I love me
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....You are a bundle of cells who are oblivious to the fact that they are members of the same body....
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And, much like the Richly Executive and Homeless wanderer both end up just as dead as the other in the end, I wish to spend my time being a failure in this world.
I want to take you all along with me. To time well wasted.
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po.mo.
sachbrush
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i'm not the best, but i'll start making you believe the rest suck!
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Poetry Account - ~nightmare-poetry
Stock Account - ~nightmare-stock
Member of:
*goodstocks *deviant-stock =dapride
Co-founder of:
~1in8
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