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Stranger: can i blow my load on your face?
You: Can you go screw your mom?
You: That's my answer then
Stranger: can i touch you in the no no
Stranger: can i play with your angle iron
Stranger: your not very fun
You: Your weird metephors are confusing me
You: You're an idiot :/
You: Asking sexual things out of people
Stranger: well then you should have let me blow my load on your face
Stranger: there is no confusing that
You: When you don't really know if they're of age or anything
Stranger: face full of jism
You: kinda of sad
Stranger: fuck you
You: Nah, I'm good
Stranger: white knight faggot
Stranger: here he comes to save the day
Stranger: fucking douche
You: Though, I'm sure your non existent girlfriend woulden't mind
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It's not your fault 1Warning: OOC, Language, AU, misuse of my "writer status ", inaccuracies about burns
A few things will be explained in the authors box thingy
Karkat limped out of the burning house, his arm wrapped around the slight, pudgy waist of his step-sister, Aradia.
Both covered in soot and red faced, Aradia coughed. Slightly falling from Karkat's shoulder.
"Shi-Aradia! " Karkat quickly repositioned her against his shoulder, his arm tightening around her waist.
Her light gray-blue lips smiled softly at him "I'm alright, Karkat.." She coughed again, holding her wrist to her mouth.
"You better be.." Karkat mumbled, coughing as well.
"Has anyone ever told you that you worry too much? " Aradia looked Karkat.
"Several a times,.." Karkat mumbled, limping to a small alley. He set Aradia down, before sitting in front of her to inspect the rather large burn mark on her arms. "Fuckin' hell...." He mumbled, putting a hand on his face. "We REALLY need a hospital..."
"Karkat, I'll be fine. "Aradia lig
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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