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A Lunch Date With FriendsThe Muse of Misery sat at a table with Pandora and Eris one afternoon, sipping her tea while Pandora munched on a shiny red apple, and Eris polished her golden one. They shared stories and laughed at the tragedies they'd encountered, Eris asked the Muse, "What's got you looking so fucking depressed?"A Lunch Date With Friends
The Muse smiled and shook her head, staring thoughtfully at the remaining drops of tea in her cup. "Nothing at all."
"Bulllll shit," Pandora snorted, a bit of apple/spit flying onto the table. "It's that bitch. The one that doesn't believe in us."
"'Us,' includes me, Pandora," the Muse commented miserably.


Over The EdgeWhy the fuck would you follow her here? Cant you see that shes reached the edge? Everyone says that. The edge. The edge of what? The edge of the fucking world.Over The Edge
Good job, Columbus, you fucking idiot.
You think he proved the Earth was round? Remember kids, he thought hed sailed to India, too. He was wrong. You can reach the edge of the world, not that youd want to. Thing is, you have to go in circles thousands of times, repeating the same journey with the same results. The same winds w


Lonely Ever AfterOnce Upon a Time, there was a girl who fell in Love. This has become such a Cliche, girls falling in Love, so knowing this, and understanding that riding off on the back of Prince Charming's horse was no longer the Vogue, she dismissed the fact that his every glance in her direction made her heart soar, and married a wealthy, young anaesthesiologist. They moved into a new home, and had a family together.Lonely Ever After
The years passed, and one day, as she dropped her youngest daughter off on her first day of the third grade, another parent caught this girl, now a woman's, eye. It was the man she'd fallen in Lov
deviant id

Lock Picks and RocksWe broke into the old apartment to look for things we'd lost when moving on and moving out, across the streetLock Picks and Rocks
and sixteen cities South. I tried to take the poems from the windows but memories are more permanent than marker. Mornings seemed longer when sunrise wrote words on bare walls and bare skin, or when I traced end-rhymes and metaphors into the curve
of your hips.
These days we don't sleep.
and I couldn't find them; instead
we found furniture that spelled apathy
and wrong words on right angles, organized
and dead. They painted over &nbs


UnhealthyThis can't be healthy. Even saying that it is not healthy is unhealthy, a remnant of an old regime. And even though the dictator has fallen, anarchy has been unleashed and chaos runs free in the streets. Worst of all, I must bear the burden, and I must bear it alone. So the old rulers were tough and cruel, so they didn't show their care for the people, what gave me the right to topple them. The last one never really did anything to me, after all, I was just a writer who got to bold for his own good. Maybe they were right to send those men to my home to tell me the error of my ways. But, no, I took it upon myself to cry out for change. One thiUnhealthy
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without the last space
wonderful.
(i cant wait to see what you wrote to me in englishhhhh)
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Love.
when i find my camera....
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Up the Rabbit Hole, the journal of an Adventurer who's never quite sure where she's going. Hijinks are ensuing, right here: [link]
what about writing...?
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Love.
question: should consolidate my dA accounts into just rebeltango?
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