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Unsure if I’m just manifesting better ish men but also “safe” guys or if I’m grabbing at stings of friction I’ve maybe up in my head again.
Lost (the show) is certain type of weird comic beef in itself for me, ways that’s are hard to explain but make sense to me
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Open and close. Another day another page, flipping right through. Could you be the Will Farrell and I the Danny McBribe. Let me laugh out in the open. They say play heals trams, can you play chase me?
Run towards me like you’re on fire. And I’ll put you out, I promise. Even if I have to hose you down. I don’t want to wait on you forever but a piece of me gonna always wonder. Was it the thick of things? Or just me here in this fucking bed I made.
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I’m pretty sure I’ve got a lurker… more in depth then I can understand, weird ass little things that still only make sense to me. Like someone said something of a book of secrets and my head started to swirl, mind so blank a pen could wake up a creature from the grave.
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Coal miner's child using a hole in the door to enter a bedroom with a smoking pipe in one hand and a gun in the other in Bertha Hill, West Virginia. Photo by Marion Post Wolcott. 1938
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Writing Prompt #2758
"You used to try! You used to have hope!"
"Yeah, well, there's a reason that all went away. Or do you think I enjoy being angry and cynical all the time?"
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Would you mind if I waste away by your side. Not always or forever but for today and maybe tomorrow. Let me be myself again. Riding the hills of town on a bike, feelings like I’m flying, even though cars are zipping past me. I feel the heat of the sun drop to a cool nights breeze, not lost but the journey home is longer then I need. Can I stay and tell you about it? Just a few extra minutes? Let me borrow some time so I can remember you again, Tomorrow. I don’t mind being trapped here in the land I’ve build of sorrow. It’s alright, when you know where to go, the short cut, hidden gems, but what about the ones you don’t? But still found there again. Strange and fresh, but only for now until it all makes sense.
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