I was inebriated.


filledlest the words of thought aren't spoken only a few, not much to ask, unlike the smut verily i accept what i was given expecting, who knows whatfilled


You need a cigarettethose things kill. i prefer to embody my cigarette in a person a femme fatale the kind that feels so good for the time at hand but later you regret it coughing up blood you can feel everything you are ashing dissolving inside to the simplest of carbons get yourself another cartonYou need a cigarette


Page XHis eyes creaked slowly open, like splintered wood that had not been oiled. Light dripped in, as did the sanitary feel of the world. No, no, the drip was on his left; It was an IV. Everything else quickly became a surging flood. "How did I get here? Why does my head hurt? Why is my leg in a brace? Who is that..." and he droned off as I stepped closer, to nod off for who knows how long. "Petra!" Called in my superior, Dr. Whosawhatsit (They're all the same to me now, groping old men trying to get me to do their work while copping a good ol' medical feel) "Has the patient awakened?" When hePage X


Sanders and LilyClenched tightly beneath the desperate arms of a young child, a toy's button eyes almost popped off of its head. A plush cat was being held on to for dear life while its holder tromped down the hallway in a small house. She did not reach the halls end before being stopped forcefully by a fist in her hair. The girl shrieked from the pain and fell to her knees, but did not let go of her cat. Dont run away while Im talking to you, thundered the voice of a disgruntled father. There was a bottle of whiskey hanging by the throat in one hand and his little girl danSanders and Lily

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