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Masochis Journals

- The imperials took me as a slave, a prisoner of war - they are calling me a laborer, a prospect.

- They hold us in isolation on their destroyer, and periodically let us out to be tortured and humiliated. They keep us hungry and weak, so that we cannot overpower them.

- During our final orbit of my homeworld, I watched as they reft it of life, erasing my former existance. I was somebody, had a family, friends. Now I am nobody, a husk.

- when  one of the imperial torturers loosened my restraints I sliced his jugular with a vibro-blade from the instrument table; I enjoyed watching him bleed out - mother would have been devastated.

- A robed man came to see me. He smiled when he asked about the torturer's death - then he shocked me with lightning from his finger tips for my insolence. The pain was nothing like the other torturers; the pain stayed with me long into the night robbed me of sleep.

- The torturing has become more frequent, like clock work. I don't feel the pain anymore - just a routine. I hate what they have done to me - I want to feel them suffer. I don't even remember what my mother looks like or even sounds like, just the pain. The robed man says we are destined for Korriban, he says I am stronger than the others - many of the other slaves have already died. I don't know why I am holding on; perhaps, to see my captor's destruction after I rend their bodies.

- Illegible scribblings -

-His darkness touched the light inside me, and now there is a hunger - A shadow where there was light I suffered convulsions that lasted days and aged me rapidly, but granted me force sensitivity and power beyond comprehension.

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let’s talk about some viddy games 

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To all things and men I appertain, and yet by some am shunned and distained. Fondle me and ogle me til you’re insane, but no blow can harm me, cause me pain. Children delight in me, elders take fright. Fair maids rejoice and spin. Cry and I weep, yawn and I sleep. Smile, and I too shall grin. What am I?

Gaunter O’Dimm

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Do you ever walk alone? Like a drifter in the dark Seeking out what isn't there Looking only for a spark From a girl who's all alone Maybe she's a' driftin' too Like a shadow in the night Waitin' just to meet with you And then perhaps in love you'll stay Or fall and go your separate ways Still searchin' for a spark Like a drifter in the dark

Ween

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Don’t be a jerk entirely.

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Can you post a picture of you pretty please?

You got it ;)

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Is she serious?

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Getting down with the flute.

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@shortstackprincess you’re my painting

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Scientist discovered 15 partial skeletons in a burial chamber deep in a South African cave system.

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On nomenclature.

According to academia, “modern” means “the 1920s”, “new” means “circa 1996”, and the “future” is what people sixty years ago thought the year 2000 would look like. What word can I use to describe stuff that’s happening now?

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The Game by Vladimir Manyukhin