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When you come to the trough, you either eat the spectacle or eat the food. Or both.
Wanna share my popcorn?
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!
When you come to the trough, you either eat the spectacle or eat the food. Or both.
or get eaten.
somebody stole my heart.
Yes. There's that too. Danger almost always falls prey to seduction. The eating and the watching... danger clings to both.
he beat you to it!My ticket was for next month! Shit! Who bet on Dolf for today? I should've had some insider trading on this, bitch!
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.
he beat you to it!
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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.
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.
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.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.