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lumbs

he chose to be
an enemy

instead, i became anenome

anenome anenome anenome anenome anenome anenome

who cares about
the
thoughts
of a
sunken failure


ive had this frantic panic
for days
youre the truth
and
i shrivel up like an orange peel
i have a sneeze of emotion that wont particulate


how can you expect me to eat this
there are quadrillions of universes in there


yes madam i would like a beating
oh, did i say like?
i meant to say..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................not like

i used to eat dry money
now im really into wet money
i got a side job at this concession stand at a swimming pool
and people hand me wet money all the tiem, i pocket it and go to the bathroom to shove it in my mouth

things i would like to see

bench press
turning a curve while running
crawling through a small opening
forearms and hands
cleaning on hands and knees
painting my toenails on the floor while im sitting in a chair
standing in front of a stove
capping bottles

make
something

perfumist tricks customers into a distillation process
you will pay me thousands of dollars to create a perfume that is the scent of your own body
super premium

one foot in the water
ceremony of recession
im following their funeral

why are there so many stems
we cut off roses at the halfway mark so
they show their center look at that vulnerability do well with your thorns

it doesnt hurt anyone to eat situations
bye pals to everyone that bothered me
sometimes

lacing my fingers quietly sitting on my lap
laced into tiny strands i weave together as a comfortable sweater

in east dallas i would go out and walk down this trail when i felt some kind of emotions and
once walking down the trail sitting down beside it to think i noticed a man rummaging around in the bushes
and i thought he was looking for a passage way but then he came out of the tall shrubs and i saw
his t shirt said 'official geocacher'
its a really cute hobby
he was pinpointing galactic coordinates to find himself

i am too dehydrated to cry
but i want to so bad


wrapping up in situation like a warm soft blanket

eating situation like a decadent chocolate cake that is more mousse than cake

gripping on pretty hard sometimes

i have my own closet
i put all my clothes in
but they dont belong

my closet is public but
i think people are afraid
to intrude, for good reason
i can be that viper hiding in the tall grass
with my solace places

my sandwich is made of old discarded sandwiches

sometimes i want to re-watch all of dirty jobs
but i know there are more elegant solutions


everything that i you for
everything that i and more

hi, there's something that's invisible
there are some things you can't hide
tiny smile

well at some point i will be laying in the



you're 3d how can you hope ever to escape a hypercube if you are in one
i distort through the dimension
sometimes before i am in the plane i see
an object pierce itself into my reality
someone is thinking of me


sometimes after a shower i open the door and keel over and sob but im always too dehydrated at that point


sometimes im a photon escaping a star
i would be an iron fusing star
the closest human can do
iron fusing star implodes



burning
the
candle
at
both
ends


my open palms, small metaphors, tiny life
swimming in a lead suit
emotional pika

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angel

I don’t want to go home. I don’t ever want to be anywhere but first. I want morning thought, piss thought, afterthought, reminder thought
I want
craft section comfort, longevity, wetness, missing skin.
I need the
hair, face crevice, human boy alien love, sugar pie honey bun, slooow patience
I want reciprocation, a step above, dedication, obsession
BUT
I’m me



running CIRCLES. one week 4 days 6 days 12:37pm. not ideal I guess. 2HOURS. ride it in the rain.

I took these for you, you’ll like them baby, you’ve never seen my insides like this before. show up already. bitter baby bottom angel,
exaggerating non-existent affection. HA idiot. too good to be true lol romcom.

but we have so much in common

nonsense





damn lol

flames surround me, my eyeballs are melting!

time to slither back into my cave. don’t worry, I get it.

fantasies of shaving your back



my mom smoked with me in the womb and I’m a peach

I have never seen such a thrilling room, bedizened with teeth of your inamorata. Ropes of canines cling like ivy to lamps and bedposts.
Macaroni art molars, framing frames themselves.
Surrounding your smiling father; that one time you guys went fishing and caught a big ol honker.

Piles of rotting gelatinous gums sitting calmly at your bedside. You know exactly why my fingertips are bound in gauze.

i absolutely, absolutely would shut eyes to the film of acid coating my stomach if it weren’t affixed to them.

calm hysterics, religiously and ritualistically checking for mentions of them.

the texture of the situation is impenetrable and blemished

they were exhuming lint and old pennies from your pockets, and there was a silence you took to mean something.
They knew the skin on your face was cold clay, meticulously memorizing your crevices. Skin cracked like lawn settled pomegranates.
Viciously kicking seagull homes.

We are shallow dwelling creatures preying on basking sea lions, me and you, you and I. That’s a terribly real knife. Undiluted light, finally.

Trying hysterically to see the unmapped parts of your back.

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walrus

u know like


how in osmosis jones the cells had anthropomorphic qualities, yea? and the medicine? the viruses yadda yadda yadda


so look: i just thought of a brilliant new anime called Discharged! it's about a bunch of anthropomorphic vaginal mucous
living in panties and one clumsy girl gets fired from her job but ends up becoming a pop star


what do you think?? they'll have huge tits too so you kno this will be super good

ITS A BIG PANTY WORLD OKAY ITS NOT REAL
ITS GONNA BE LIKE AS BIG AS THE REAL WORLD THERE WILL BE SO MANY THINGS LIKE REAL BUILDING MADE OUT OF LIKE BRICK AND METAL

well okay okay one day she meets a loan sperm cell and they are unlikely best friends?!?!?!?
hes a castaway and nobody else likes him and shes the only one to gie him a chance/?!?! and he wants to be an astronaut and go to
"the moon" aka inside the v****a aka to an egg aka best story ever

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mousey

i think we all have a lil noob deep inside us
there are 2 noob, the inner noob which is expressed thru our posting habits n conduct.
then the outer noob which is expressed thru our avatar and minigame prowess


horses back in the day were kinda like sports cars. if you were good at riding horses you were the shiznit. in military, the cavalry were the real hotshots everyone loved them. being a horse-friend nowadays makes u sound a lil homo but back in the day being a horse-friend made you one badass ********.
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areku

Are you people blind?

White butt is mounted on a tiny underdeveloped body and still looks flat and long
yet black butt, while on a clearly larger and more muscular male, manages a bigger bubble booty pop in comparison.

I need someone to photoshop a booty switch

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ｙ，　ｃａｕｓｅ　ｉ　ｄｏｎｔ　ｈａｖｅ　ａ　ｖａｇｉｎａ？　ｄｏｎｔ　ｍｉｓｇｅｎｄｅｒ　ｍｅ　ｐｕｎｋ

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arabic
My bottom is exposed to the cool air of the toilet at this very moment.
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Typer with a Diaper

Awww, I totally don't see it.

I don't really know all the gaia characters that well, since I don't play it as often as some of you guys. But if you're talking about Kurups, he just seems like such a boring, kinda douchey "internet kid". He's got no flare and he just comes off as an unlikeable character.

Where as Purple is this radiant ball of light. She's unique, she's raw, she's funny, she's so lacking in pretense. You never feel like she's just a product of what she feels will be most acceptable by her peers. She's always that character you're rooting for, she's the most likeable and you really feel like SHE's the hero of the story.

Kurups is just too uninteresting a character for Purple.
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Narc


i get talkative when i drink like how u suppose 2
i also get really flirty a d charming butt a** soon as i take another drink
BAM complete a*****e

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ouija bored
no mario is a dangerous criminal to mushrooms