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ToyboxGrey light slithered through the dusty blinds, deadening the room despite its vibrant paint job. Jackie wasn’t too thrilled by that. Days like this put everyone on edge, and that was the last thing he needed. He didn’t have time to wait for a sunny day. He was lucky that Ted had agreed to meet him at all. Ol’ Dolly had cleared her house for the occasion, and made sure she had lots of errands to run that day. She was generous to a fault, that Dolly, but she was no fool either. She didn’t want anything to do with Ted’s business, and that suited him just fine, as long as she kept in line. Ted ran everyone’s liToybox
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Smoke In My EyesHad the cigarette in my mouth like the Brando of old; shooting off cue balls to let gravity work her wonders.Smoke In My Eyes
The gypsy band screeched second-hand guitars, muttering voices, ear-killers played for five gyrators.
I let little blonde Tom hold my zig-zags, just ‘til my cue was done clawing at the felt.
The kids shuffled around with fire in their mouths, moaning about existential crises like they wanted sympathy. Minutes were all it took to sink. Three, ten, Lusitania, Titanic, and the Edmund Fitzgerald Eight. He clanked inside the table to welcome the keg of musty Irish wellwater. Decaying zombie sofa cushio
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Nathan's Inferno -Intro-Somewhere on the road of my life, I found myself in a back alley darker and danker than my uncle’s bookie joint. I can’t tell you how uneasy this place made me. All the buildings were so close together, I could barely see the sky. I’m getting scared just thinking about it. That was just the beginning though. Let me tell you, my head was so hazy from the night before, I didn’t even remember how I got to the alley in the first place. I’d never been so happy in my life as when I spotted the light from a 7-11 in the distance.Nathan's Inferno -Intro-
Just as I’d finally lurched to my feet, (did I mention I’d been unconsciou
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A Simple Drinking Game With the first drink, I raised mountains of immaculate onyx from within flowing rivers of melting stone. The second drink belched forth eons of foul excretions; the bubbles from a vile thing, the only creature to survive at the bottom of a pond laden with filth from El Cid to Armageddon. I sat back, my fingers caressing the lip of a crater in what passes for a head as Brother sat back to puzzle at the shifting magma currents in my creation. Wordlessly, he stared, focused. A bubble popped at the surface of my filth-pond, expelling yet another whiff of toxicity to choke the life from dA Simple Drinking Game
by ~Chloraloner
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funny thought.
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hehe if only life was backwards and fantasy were real
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