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WTF? Prose?In Good HandsWTF? Prose?
“You hurled me into the deep, into the very heart of the seas, and the currents swirled about me; all your waves and breakers swept over me.” – Jnh. 2:3
His bleeding knuckles reminded him of his father’s hands. How they would work as the day silenced, and then further as the coyotes would congregate and yammer like spoiled children consumed with their own importance, painting the night with arrogance. Often, his father would work until his hands would waver in exhaustion, slip and strike something solid, gashing wounds in worn flesh. Neil’s father was a mechanic by trade, and a saint by reputatio
light at heart
Apocryphal Apologia - Part VIChapter SixApocryphal Apologia - Part VI
The heavy glass door, framed in fungal growth and adorned with an array of A4 unacceptable offers, opened with an awkward resistance, as if extending a mute expostulation against him proceeding any further. "Believe me, I'm not here through choice," grunted two black bin-bags bloated with laundry, as Jake's lungs were filled with the scent of citrus-fresh, chlorine-irrigated spring meadows, overcast with the jaundiced cirrostratus of stale nicotine.
The rows of archaic rusting monstrosities - conjointly forming a vibrating aquarium bearing a plethora of portholes into private lives - were not the only th
A favour
Joy
But hi, there, been a while
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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SINAI BENDS
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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SINAI BENDS
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EVERYONE GOES INTO FUCKING ROBOT MODE AND SAYS THE SAME BULLSHIT OVER AND OVER
<bewareofthesnowman>but i thought i could fake it with strangers!
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The sea was angry that day, my friends.
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The sea was angry that day, my friends.
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SINAI BENDS
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