robbed, of what?

When you come to the trough, you either eat the spectacle or eat the food. Or both.
 
Lit is like a buffet, just waiting for someone to sneeze on it.
 
Lit is like a buffet, just waiting for someone to sneeze on it.

I know. And they sneeze on it all the time. Hell, I have. Did you see the three colour jello when you came in? I think it's up ahead!
 
I know. And they sneeze on it all the time. Hell, I have. Did you see the three colour jello when you came in? I think it's up ahead!

I'm pretty sure jello wiggles..not walks! :eek:
 
Yes. There's that too. Danger almost always falls prey to seduction. The eating and the watching... danger clings to both.

And yet into the fray one, wanders.

Worlds don't stay, you know Batch? Except most parts of them. There are worlds that can be wrecked with a tank of gas and a hotel's keys. Ask Muscles. She'll concur.
 
Worlds don't stay, you know Batch? Except most parts of them. There are worlds that can be wrecked with a tank of gas and a hotel's keys. Ask Muscles. She'll concur.

OMG. You made my head explode. I can't think.

Then don't do it.

They do. They stay. With dust and more dust.
 
OMG. You made my head explode. I can't think.

Then don't do it.

They do. They stay. With dust and more dust.

That's the point, I think. Just now at least. The dust doesn't settle, though. It's carried. The gas and the keys are just props. Your head didn't explode. It's just a different meal.
 
That's the point, I think. Just now at least. The dust doesn't settle, though. It's carried. The gas and the keys are just props. Your head didn't explode. It's just a different meal.

Like ripples. It won't stop will it?
When you think you're done, you aren't really.
 
Like ripples. It won't stop will it?
When you think you're done, you aren't really.

Maybe... Maybe. Nothing's ever done, really. A lot of shit is started and nothing's ever done... until the gardener's no longer paid to trim the weeds around your marble. No. It won't stop. This casino between Thermopolis and Places South has a tribute band tonight?
 
It was never a race. It changes nothing.
no, you are right... i must have met, at least in passing, thousands of men in my life. but all he had to do was smile to make the rest of them fade into background. no race. no contest. just his eyes when he smiles.

i've gone soft.
 
no, you are right... i must have met, at least in passing, thousands of men in my life. but all he had to do was smile to make the rest of them fade into background. no race. no contest. just his eyes when he smiles.

i've gone soft.

*barf*
 
no, you are right... i must have met, at least in passing, thousands of men in my life. but all he had to do was smile to make the rest of them fade into background. no race. no contest. just his eyes when he smiles.

i've gone soft.

'slove, alright.

and no, it was always inside just waiting for the right one to allow it out.

*hopeless romantic*
 
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