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singing about brotherhood. ill never be a brother. never a sister. not in blood and not in spirit.
» Posted By dagger On 06.02.2013 @ 4:49 pm
and we’re off molly’s in the lead. she’s flying straight through the air, can she make it over the castle wall? she’s approaching the castle wall and BOOM! she’s made it. now our cameras cant see INSIDE the castle we’re taking bets on her chances now.
» Posted By dagger On 05.20.2013 @ 2:15 pm
of course you think rock a bye baby falling right from a tree what kinda bullshit is THIS what the hell is the baby doing in the tree. babies don’t belong in trees they belong safe and cozy with the ones who love them. who care for them. maybe some birds but not WILD birds for god’s sake
» Posted By dagger On 05.19.2013 @ 11:55 pm
signed sealed delivered im yours the radio is on ey didnt turn it on. someone is in the house. no. the radio isnt on. it was a dream, eir mother singing. singing in the shower it was very dark and red. carpet in the bathroom is never a good thing.
» Posted By dagger On 05.18.2013 @ 8:50 pm
that sure is a funny way of putting it, i was all ready AWAKE, all right? I wasn’t sleeping, i didn’t miss anything. so shut your mouth. you think you got me? you ain’t got shit. so watch it. or don’t, i guess. be easier on ME
» Posted By Dagger On 10.24.2011 @ 8:37 am
the dust makes her cough she’d never seen a blackboard before the way it sounds grates and the way it feels while you draw makes her want to smash windows
» Posted By Dagger On 06.05.2011 @ 1:34 am
watched it pull up to the curb
leaning in the alley against a wall
ze’s going to get out soon
i hope ze’s not too excited about this play
because ze’s not going to get to see it
» Posted By Dagger On 06.02.2011 @ 6:14 pm
“you’re the new jesus.” she said
“you’re a funny gal, you’d make a killing as a comedienne.” he sneered
“i’d rather just make a killing.”
» Posted By Dagger On 05.29.2011 @ 3:00 pm
when you’ve never even been sad before
or maybe you’d never been happy before and this is just going home because this feeling is familiar
and you don’t know what to do, staring down at this animal
it’s only an animal
you’ve killed people and this dead animal that you didn’t even hurt is just –
» Posted By Dagger On 05.28.2011 @ 4:42 pm
she considers herself a thief. what she stills is time. the time you had left. the time you’d all ready used up, hanging around your neck like a weight. she steals every thought you ever had
» Posted By Dagger On 05.23.2011 @ 11:43 pm
watching through the window there’s a dog begging for scraps she’s in the bushes fuck this she’s just gonna leave and there’s a girl at the table and there’s a bandaid on her knee it’s pink like melissa’s bow floating in the red glossed water
» Posted By Dagger On 05.20.2011 @ 12:49 am
she’s never really been interested in anything before. she needed to know things to accomplish tasks given to her; she’d never wanted to know something just for the sake of knowledge. the desire for knowledge was, she decided, an interesting feeling.
» Posted By Dagger On 05.16.2011 @ 7:44 pm
everything seemed so clean. when you thought of the end of the world, this isn’t what you imagined. there were no bodies on the streets, no crashed cars. hell, it looked cleaner now than it had when people LIVED here.
» Posted By Dagger On 05.13.2011 @ 6:11 pm
she was like a candle. there was blood spread all over her body and clothes. some of it was her own. i couldn’t look away. it appeared she was having the same problem concerning me.
» Posted By Dagger On 05.12.2011 @ 11:21 pm
she smiled when she said it. he spat on her face. she laughed.
i think this is the beginning of a beautiful disaster, she told him
he told her to keep her day job
» Posted By Dagger On 05.07.2011 @ 2:07 am
it looked like she’s just smeared paint across her eyes. it was cracking.
your makeup is cracking, he said
it’s not mine. it’s your father’s, she said. well…it was
she blinks and the red paint flakes, falls
my father wasn’t a painter, he says
this isn’t paint, she says
» Posted By Dagger On 05.05.2011 @ 11:27 pm
everything wasn’t red or anything, but it was still nice moodlighting. she guessed. red is supposed to be such an angry color. coloring in and out of the lines.
» Posted By Dagger On 05.04.2011 @ 9:13 pm
there’s an old saying
old saying I heard
so there’s this old saying
listen listen listen there’s this old saying
I love these freaking lights but listen
war-torn history we’re doing a u-turn
there’s this old saying
history repeats itself
but I know the reason why
» Posted By Dagger On 05.03.2011 @ 8:13 pm
she put the bandana in the toilet. she didn’t flush it, but it wasn’t her toilet and the trash just wasn’t…enough. she then pissed on it. some might say the fact that she killed him was enough of a slight, but not her.
» Posted By Dagger On 05.03.2011 @ 1:23 am
the light makes them both look sick. they don’t look as sick as they actually are. his blood is a bright, beautiful thing. his smile makes her want to scratch his eyes out. she probably will.
» Posted By Dagger On 05.02.2011 @ 12:22 am
he was sleeping. she stood over him and watched. maybe she should try and time the wounds with his breath. the trailer was small. barely any room to turn around. she stood over him and watched.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.26.2011 @ 6:05 pm
a robot without the mechanical parts look at her go wow wow that’s all they can say like they don’t even know what a robot is a robot is parts that’s the difference she guesses it’s time to go all battlestar galatica up in this shit.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.20.2011 @ 11:15 am
he’s drunk. she hates the smell. she’s going to kill him. rip his throat out. right. fucking. out. he smiles sloppily and he’s
» Posted By Dagger On 04.17.2011 @ 6:52 pm
it’s not people never become obsolete. their parts give out, too. so don’t lecture me about my gear, okay? i get it updated and if I could, I’d do the same with my flesh bits.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.13.2011 @ 1:44 am
it wasn’t like she wanted to. she had to. she didn’t really have any feelings on the matter. get it done, get it done, get it done. and she did.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.07.2011 @ 3:38 pm
he was plugged in and it was making her uncomfortable but he didn’t care because this was normal. she needed to eat and sleep and so did he but he needed this, too, and he didn’t mind. nature doesn’t always know best.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.06.2011 @ 3:15 pm
she was a success. she painted the walls with their blood. Success.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.04.2011 @ 4:10 pm
it wasn’t what they had planned for her, originally; but you have to work with what you’re given. they discard her like trash because that’s how they see her. she sees them as cattle. hope you guys weren’t too attached to your lives because you soon won’t have them.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.03.2011 @ 11:37 pm
i don’t understand the question. what are you trying to ask me? …no? I’m telling you, I don’t understand. you don’t have to say it LOUDER, just say it DIFFERENT.
» Posted By Dagger On 04.01.2011 @ 2:03 pm
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a weapon like you only has one purpose, one reason: destruction. destroy everything, burn it to the ground, and it was so nice when he said he’d put the stars out for you. he was lying, but it’s the thought that counts.
» Posted By Dagger On 03.31.2011 @ 4:30 pm