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Price of Tomorrow

I’m dying. Excuse me? I’m dying. What do you mean? What do you mean ‘what do you mean’? I mean, this thing I’m doing now, couple months time, I won’t be doing it anymore. I don’t- why? What happened? Fuck … Continue reading

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The Truth of It

I don’t have hobbies, I have loathings. Pieces of myself I chew on when no one’s looking. Ideas, failures, habits, all bitter, all nursed against the pressure of my tongue. I don’t kill them, I can’t. I tried. Tried nailing … Continue reading

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Caustic Little Fairytales

We grew up with them, we all did. These caustic little fairytales. The idea that life, love, and happiness were not only possible, but perfect. That every piece of misery was only a building block to something better. Like a … Continue reading

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