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you a pest , what the fuck , you left a mess , it’s okay , i’ll just say that your body’s gone today .
he hurts , an old pain from before , when everything sang the same . you’re real , and it means everyone could be real . it changes everything , but it can’t .
pourin’ out the gasoline , yeah , i’ve been makin’ friends with all these ghosts — and i’ve got nothing left to lose .
light pastry with blueberries , sticky on your fingers . small hands reaching as he tears his in half . but when you got to the kitchen , they were all gone . / ah , yes . they are delicious , but do not last long . / i could get you one .
what if the democracy we thought we were serving no longer exists , and the republic has become the very evil we have been fighting to destroy .ᐣ
why would you pretend your will is not your own .ᐣ claiming something pushed you here .ᐣ don’t mean to condescend but it’s you and you alone — you’re the architect of your despair .
i always have a use for those who seek to pilfer from my home , or wish me harm . my assessment chamber has plenty of room for new test subjects , and you’ll be in good company .
