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Weather.com says that there will be fourteen hours and forty minutes of darkness tonight.
I look like a monster, but, two nights ago, I shot a man on University just to watch him die. Sometimes the swollen half of my face almost looks like Nicole Kidman, but less bony and stretched and with a far worse makeup job, and I think she might have blue eyes and a better complexion.
I just want to curate some meaning, baby. I want to navigate your postmodern pages. Won't you be my exhibition gallery tonight? I want to know your every painting; I want you to teach me the punctuation of calculus. Sweetshit, I bet you know how to spell colloquially.
(I am writing a final paper on Gravity's Rainbow.)
I look like a monster, but, two nights ago, I shot a man on University just to watch him die. Sometimes the swollen half of my face almost looks like Nicole Kidman, but less bony and stretched and with a far worse makeup job, and I think she might have blue eyes and a better complexion.
I just want to curate some meaning, baby. I want to navigate your postmodern pages. Won't you be my exhibition gallery tonight? I want to know your every painting; I want you to teach me the punctuation of calculus. Sweetshit, I bet you know how to spell colloquially.
(I am writing a final paper on Gravity's Rainbow.)