Handful of SugarShe stares into her coffee blankly. How long had she been there, making whirlpools with her little silver spoon? Creating abstract art on her paper napkin with drops of pale, milky latte? Constructing her sugar cube fortress with salt and pepper shaker watchtowers? There was just something about sugar cubes. They were perfect because they were small enough to fit in your hand without looking suspicious. You could hide sugar cubes in your pockets, too. You could hide them just about anywhere, and they didn’t leave that sugary trail for your mom to find. Moms see everything and know everything; you’d have to be really sneaky to get somethHandful of Sugar
Last CallWait-- Don't leave without me yet Maybe I'm alive Just leave the door open Until these tears subside I know I'm a little late But cut a bit of slack Some of us aren't quick as others Some hearts are painted black So please forgive lost souls of late And let us have a try Release us from our doubt and hate And lead us to the rye.Last Call
Growing Uphemorraging fish fucks 42 and daffy duck boys are smelly furry bellies cabbage heads and fishy beds boots and clogs those fucking BLOGS! fishnet tights crooked home depot lights crazy rugs friend's coffee mugs! now i remember it's the 25th of november! how many times do they spell it 'micheal'? oh well, you hardly can tell broken lava lamps nostalgic summer camps cork nuts brainless teenage sluts camel cigarettes things we all regret don't forget the prom more blackmail from your mom pot smoke rGrowing Up
Won't You?Please, paint me a picture Of Everything. Everything I've missed Or forgotten Will see Or will forget.Won't You?
Help me remember All of those things. Those tiny
Fleeting shards Forsaken In a dustpan And lost in some corner Only to lie there Painfully out of reach Smirking In the gaze of the Cruel, reproachful Sun.
Wait, save me an instant. Wrap it in Saran Wrap And put it away. Save me just one bite To nibble on Cold For tomorrow
Morning. Just to hold it. Just to have i
Converting
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The beatings will continue until morale improves...
Megan the Mooser
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I win. xhardxcorex
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Of Well-Laid Plans
and Desparate Ploys.
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Of Well-Laid Plans
and Desparate Ploys.
And I'm really fucking bored...
I should go to sleep, I have to get up early tomorrow to go to Mansfield and see Sarah. But whatever.
Less than a week now...
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A storm is rising.
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Scaramouch, Scaramouch, will you do the fandango?
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If anyone ever attacks you with a raspberry, just pull the lever and the 16-ton weight will fall on top of him!
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