I was immediately put off -- not so much by his bitter disposition as by the fact that he carried with him everywhere a bucket of half-eaten human hearts.

As if meanings mean things.

I am so done with everyone.

Knock 'em dead, Petey!  No really.  Kill them all.

Yesterday my birthday (my day of begin)

I went puddle jumping in the dark

(and back to the start the begin the yellow boots swim)

and spun around till I couldn’t see or stand

or recognize the land

and it’s all spin and spin and spin

and the universe balanced and dancing

on the heads of unknowable pins

I devoured all of everything

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The Song of Wandering AengusI went out to the hazel wood ( Read more... )

This is a million times more disturbing than my 18th birthday Gillette Mach 3.


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Every day we wake up to a world that will never be the same.

Fuck it, I'm eating everything.

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