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[boredomkills]

the lights are blinding in a way that makes the desk hard to see. marks on my hand, bandaid on my finger, my hair a mess. the sound of the keys as i press each letter down quickly with my index fingers, watching them in a mix that doesn't make sense, and its almost a race. how fast can i type the words that come to my head and intertwine with such

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[darkofuxor]

christ girl...get your ass off the internet and start putting that mind of yours to a higher purpose...getting filthy rich. your writing is the best of kerouac with the scent of a woman. it is simultaneously the edge and what takes the edge off. (bono) i know nothing about you or your life, and yet, without describing anything specific, you have created an entire world. by all means tell allen ginsberg to go to hell. the world has received its queen of Gonzo. god be praised summon the holy hand grenade. pour out the vodka and invite the flying fish its tennis time in intellitown. OH GOD! HOW CAN WE GO WALKING WHEN YOUR WRITING KNOCKS MY SOCKS OFF?!!!

you make me blush

[boredomkills]

"OH GOD! HOW CAN WE GO WALKING WHEN YOUR WRITING KNOCKS MY SOCKS OFF?!!!"
You can borrow a pair of mine.

[thegreatcartomb]

now it's your turn. expect something soon.

[boredomkills]

anticipation....