| The last thing I did for the year. At school, at least. I think it more or less sums up what happened to me this year. At least, everything that happened to me at school. |
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HypothermianIt's cold out here, but I'm okay with that, Because hopefully soon I'll become numb, And then when the warmth finally starts, I'll know I'm in the last stage of Hypothermia.Hypothermian
This is, honestly, the way I'd like to go, Sitting in a wet green plastic chair, Watching the clouds run past, as if they, too, Have somewhere more important to be.
If you look straight up, you can almost pretend. Pretend that you're on a boat, a large one, And you're travelling, in extreme comfort, Somewhere far, far away from here.
The trenchcoat it a nice touch, I must say. &nb
by ~Duerkark-the-Witness
The AlleyThere's an alley. No, there's no garbage, remove that. There are no bins, no crates, no door, no gutters. It's just a space between two buildings and a street. It's a dead end, there's none of that flimsy chain-fencing, do not bother me with it, it frustrates me so. I do hate those fences. No, this alley ends with a wall, the same as the walls on the sides, and this wall is high, but only a story or so, with grey walls, made of sandstone, but without gaps, just a long sheet of texture, or of little points, pointing accusingly at each other across the alley. The roof of the buildings is visible from here, and it's red, and old, and made of stoThe Alley
by ~Duerkark-the-Witness
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| I'M GOING TO BITE YOUR FACE OFF!!!!! Sorry about that... Name: Duerkark Gender: MALE. I assure you. Age: 15 Sexuality: Heterosexual. STOP. ASKING. You're making me nervous... Occupations: Year 11 student. Self-educated Zombie-Survivalism and Demonology Expert. Confectionery-Based Existentialist. Wants to be when grown up: I want to write video-games that trick people. Other: Survives only on Iced Coffee and Chuppa-Chupps. It’s true, ask anyone. Needs mental stimulation constantly. Powered by a small steam-engine in head. |
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"She’s good for me, Jez. She’s dragging me into the twenty-first century, with its meaningless logos, and ironic veneration of tyrants. It’s all good, my friend."
Mark, Peep Show.
I remembered to unblock you
Actually, from now on, you're not allowed to ask me how I am. You have to ask me whether I'm dead yet.
Hi Lindsay! Dead yet? You see, and then you can say "No" and every one's happy.
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"I'm not a fighter, I'm a bleeder. The most I could hope for would be to drown someone else in my own blood."
Dylan Moran, Monster.
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"I'm not a fighter, I'm a bleeder. The most I could hope for would be to drown someone else in my own blood."
Dylan Moran, Monster.
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run
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"There's no time to do these things,
Before the seas rise, and the killing starts,
But if you haven't got round to it yet,
Don't worry, it's not the end of the world,
Except it is."
Bill Bailey, Tinselworm
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run
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"There's no time to do these things,
Before the seas rise, and the killing starts,
But if you haven't got round to it yet,
Don't worry, it's not the end of the world,
Except it is."
Bill Bailey, Tinselworm
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