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Diet Coke makes me think like Trump I climbed over the wall to discover everything has been already dead. I see a pit full of oil, submerge my body, and eat the flowers Just to simply feel good.

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Auto Suburb

There was no routine, but it was still repetitious. Each walk felt the same. Each person felt the same. The birds are screaming just to fuck. Happy when the cats to eat them. Menacing gaze with a sensitive amygydala - cannot be fixed when there are two liquor stores across the streets bearing Trump signs. Selling weed to sex offenders just to buy milk. Running across the street nearly being hit by a car about once a week. Men only dating trolls and they never cross the bridge. Wearing a dress just to get smacked with a baseball bat. Old fat people driving scooters to their favorite breakfast place. Bloods addicted to meth and hanging out with white trash. Arresting people for no reason to make money. Dying in an car after losing an apartment with a last beer. Dying alone when you can't hear. Pretending to enjoy the presence of demons. Lying to the family. Suicidal and homicidal ideation. No perspective. Contemplating on buying a gun.

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Metaphyics The minds guided voices terrorize whomever needs solitude

around the walking corpses bearing crosses -

the catholic man shoves his hand down the wife's throat and ignores her opinions while he talks about the NFL

he assassinates everyone in his presence due to any form of belief

his wife commits suicide, and he doesn't understand why

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Stop thinking

He thought of society that everyone views differently, so he slowly became a nihilist.

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Incel-Christ

He drinks Trump's diet coke whilst watching Jordan Peterson, and Joe Rogan. He masturbates a bit too often to vile porn whilst pretending to be a moral figure. He exercises has a decent-paying job, but wonders why women dislike him. He doesn't eat pussy, and is attracted to muscles. He takes a bit too much adderal. He walks his dog, and thinks about fucking it. His apartment has no artistic decorations. He dresses like a femboy at night, and posts on reddit. He cries at night whilst holding a pillow with naked anime women. Video games, and social media satisfaction are is only friends. He slits his wrists sometimes. He thinks about rape. He's too afraid to see a prostitute, so he goes to a strip club. He supports the miltary, but is too afraid of combat. He wastes his money on material things. He owns a katana. One night he grabs his katana, and writes a note saying: "This is all Biden's fault." He goes to the white house, dressed in MAGA clothes and disembowels himself thinking he's an honorable martyr. Most people just laughed at him.

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What happened

His neighbors are a gas station. All fields were replaced with restaurants that he cannot afford, so he washes their dishes, and they don't respect him. Beer at the gas station numbs his situation. He's fired for not smiling and not being a "team member" He picks up a gun, and kills everyone at the restaurant. In court he's considered to be a degenerate to society. In jail he's raped for being malnourished and skinny. He hangs himself in prison, and no one gives a shit.

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Kim

I couldn't look at you, or speak because my brain becomes scattered around you. I didn't realize I was in love. we're probably no longer the same people. If you just told me one thing one more time even if malice I can finally have different dreams, but I know you ate my heart a long time ago, so even if someone great comes she'll discover that I have no pulse.

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BDSM

tie up the angel and rape her as my horns slowly grow because the crucified needed the Romans to become known.

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Information or experience

As the computer shines on me I attempt to learn about too many things - my mind becomes Nietzschean. When I finally leave the apartment and talk to people I'm more like God. We can't abandon either. They're both pertinent.

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Sex

I was incubus with many lovers. Faust spoke through me to them. Witches ride on my broomstick. Mephistopheles carried me through the wind as I spied and came watching potential nuns scaring all the fucking Christians simply with my stare.

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I quit drinking, so my writing improved.

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Die with me

I am the antichrist defying authority not listening to others not listening to expectations giving yourself illegal pleasure sneaking away from the light because they don't know this provides more comfort who does not worry about a heaven who does not worry about how to act because freedom is when you realize death is inevitable, and when you die that's it.

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Ron the moron

At the liquor store a dude I recognized because he's also an alcoholic who visits the liquor store decided to talk to me about football since I was reading a Raiders hat. He was a Redskins fan He then talked about Dr. Pepper, and talked about women. He's 53, I'm 33. I realized he was fucking stupid, yet I decided to befriend him anyways. We played poker with his friend who who wore a Cowboys hat and Cowboys jersey. He asked which color chips I want. I chose the black ones - they yelled "N***** lover N***** lover!" which made me realize his friend was also fucking stupid. As I got drunker I became more comfortable with them. They said you have criticize someone if you win the hand. They didn't say criticize, because they probably do not know what the means, but I forgot exactly what they said. I won a hand, so I told the Cowboys fan. "The Cowboys suck and haven't been good since the 90s." He looked like he wanted to punch me. Ron laughed. I wiped the floor with them. Ron no longer laughed, and looked like he also wanted to punch me, but instead the Cowboys fan said, "I'm great at martial arts!." and Ron yelled "Bullshit." The Cowboys fan choked the Redskins fan until he passed out on the floor. I kept yelling before he passed out to "Fucking stop," but he just continued. I left, and told myself I would not see Ron again, but I kept going back anyways to drink, simply because I was tired of being inside watching tv, and needed to develop some memories; however one day he texted me. "would you like a nice tossed salad?" Imagine he was sloshed, but I didn't want to be potentially sexually assaulted, so I quit visiting him until months later, because I was low on money, and needed alcohol. I asked "Hey buddy want to buy me a beer?" and this became routine, until I thought that many people who desperately need substances begin to suck dick, so decided to sell him weed instead in order to purchase beer, since I had much weed from a previous harvest; however one day he said he couldn't go outside, and asked if I can bring weed to his apartment. I drank beer with him again for some reason. When I arrived there was an old woman on the couch who looked exactly like an ugly dwarf from a fantasy film. Ron and I drank, as the dwarf just sat on the couch, not speaking - staring at the wall. Ron became sloshed, and misinterpreted something I said, asking, "What? You want to lick my asshole?!" The dwarf and I yelled, "What?" At the same time. I made an excuse that I needed to walk my dog, so I left, and never came back, but I do sell him weed on the street occasionally when I need cash. Sometime I see him holding hands with the dwarf walking down the street. The Sikhs at the liquor store make fun of him for dating her. I have no idea what to think, except that I see that he's simply making bad decisions, because he is always wasted, and I was also making bad decisions due to alcohol. Now I drink less, but I simply can't quit. He'll probably not have sexual thoughts toward men when sober, and maybe Ron will be less of a moron.

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Rethroned

The schizophrenic walked next to traffic not giving a shit high on klonopin and gabapentin to deter the voices and anxiety. When people question why he walks aimlessly - he says "I used to run track, but I have bad knees," which simply wasn't true, but it seemed to make people think it's ok. He ran into his blood drug dealer who used to sell him meth, but last time he did meth he dropped some on his carpet, and picked at the floor for 5 hrs until sunrise, and noticed that all of his fingers were bloody. The blood asked "You good?" and he said "Yeah," but then asked for cocaine, which the blood didn't have. "Is that fucking money on the ground?" the blood pointed and asked, as they both excitedly approached what was on the ground nearby, but it was a piece of trash. They both laughed. The schizophrenic walked home, and pet his neighbor's pitbull who loved him. Many attractive woman smiled at him, but he had no confidence due to his insanity, so he just remains alone; yet he no longer had suicide ideation, because life has become an illusion - resulting in complete freedom by creating his own throne in hell.

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We’re all civilized

A blood sees an abandoned white baby on the back of a train. He decides to sit next to it, and feed it contemplating on what to do, but before he can do anything he’s shot down by a rival gang member. The baby wasn’t hit, but it cries from only the sound - just the sound because when it stops crying it begins to play with the corpses blood and body as if it is his father. The baby smiles and walks off the train by itself down the street when it is struck dead by a vehicle. Everyone in the city discusses the baby, but not the teenage blood. The city gathers downtown in a circle and fill wine glasses with blood to drink. They sing songs about Jesus, and tie up a different blood to an altar. They disembowel him, and cut off his head. This ceremony happens in every city, in every town - it’s what keeps things going.

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Dropout

I finally left my shithole inner city to study at a good university, but when I arrived I noticed everyone was wearing gold and smiled with white teeth while I was wearing pyrite with yellow teeth when I sat down around everyone in the dorm I noticed that they weren’t wearing handcuffs and they talked about good things; whereas I just wanted to complain. They discussed Paris, Rome, Japan. i wanted discuss my jail cell, so i mostly said nothing. Now I’m back in my jail cell, but Sisyphus was not happy - he lost his mind by pretending that he had to be positive like them.

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Where evil lurks. a white cave appeared in our filthy apartment during my birthday party while my father smoked meth in the bathroom. A hooded phantom appeared from the cave, and ate all my friends. It looked at me in the eyes pulling down it's hood revealing that it had no face yet it gently held my hand and took me away from the apartment. Outside the phantom touched my face and my face changed into something else, then the phantom vanished. I ran back inside directly into the bathroom despite my father smoking meth to look at my face in the mirror I could no longer recognize my face. I kept touching my face, but my hands weren't in the mirror - just a floating head with no expression. My father yelled at me to leave the bathroom, so I cried and ran into my room as I slept on the corpses of my friends realizing there was nothing I could ever do, so I slept, and dreamt of nothing. In the morning my dad was asleep in the living room. I looked in the mirror again to discover that I was back to normal, but ever since I feared that my no face appears in public but not the mirror. Not the mirror.