Real Doll Hannah And The Bartender
Real Doll Hannah stood at a perfect height of six feet, appearing colossal compared to the almost midget sized wait staff that scattered around her in a panic to drop off everyones drinks at The Discoteque. Real Doll Hannah hailed over the chaos, her sparkly blue eyes were like chunks of diamonds and her mouth, which produced a smile...
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Real Doll Hannah stood at a perfect height of six feet, appearing colossal compared to the almost midget sized wait staff that scattered around her in a panic to drop off everyones drinks at The Discoteque. Real Doll Hannah hailed over the chaos, her sparkly blue eyes were like chunks of diamonds and her mouth, which produced a smile...
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'Rabbit'
Ive been stabbing myself in the gut
And painting your canvass with my blood
So when you get the big break from the art dealer
I expect a piece of the cut
I swerve too close to the edge of Human Road
I cut myself to punish myself for cutting myself the first time
Im going to bleed to death real soon,
This we...
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Ive been stabbing myself in the gut
And painting your canvass with my blood
So when you get the big break from the art dealer
I expect a piece of the cut
I swerve too close to the edge of Human Road
I cut myself to punish myself for cutting myself the first time
Im going to bleed to death real soon,
This we...
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kasara:
Woah, that's such a cool piece of poetry. Very visual indeed.
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Episode 1 An Almost Totally Not Incestuous Lay
(the pilot episodemight not air)
The bartender, a boring guy with a boring buzz cut and boring smile, traipsed the bar needlessly, speaking in a deadpan tone that could make someone cry from boredom.
You need a beer? Does anyone need a beer? Need a beer? the bartender questioned.
Damien restlessly kicked his feet up on...
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Episode 1 An Almost Totally Not Incestuous Lay
(the pilot episodemight not air)
The bartender, a boring guy with a boring buzz cut and boring smile, traipsed the bar needlessly, speaking in a deadpan tone that could make someone cry from boredom.
You need a beer? Does anyone need a beer? Need a beer? the bartender questioned.
Damien restlessly kicked his feet up on...
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Sick Creator
Corey needed some extra cash on the side.
The photographer, who only gave his first name over the phone, (Jimmy), left a note on his door for the sixteen year-old aspiring model. Come in, make yourself at home; the note read.
Five minutes later, one stood across the deserted loft from the other.
Take your shirt off, Jimmy ordered, sipping his tea every...
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Corey needed some extra cash on the side.
The photographer, who only gave his first name over the phone, (Jimmy), left a note on his door for the sixteen year-old aspiring model. Come in, make yourself at home; the note read.
Five minutes later, one stood across the deserted loft from the other.
Take your shirt off, Jimmy ordered, sipping his tea every...
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adelina:
sometimes it really is hard to name what you're scared of. i dont even know what I AM scared of half the time, all i know is that i am afraid of the unknown. 
adelina:
p.s.
by the way, you write very well. i wish i could write stories. most folks are just cut out to be the audience (i.e. the readers) and not the authors!
by the way, you write very well. i wish i could write stories. most folks are just cut out to be the audience (i.e. the readers) and not the authors!
in high school everyone loved to kick my ass,
now i'm kind of in the mood for a good bitch slappin' and no one wants tah.
hey, how come?
now i'm kind of in the mood for a good bitch slappin' and no one wants tah.
hey, how come?
aspen:
me and my friends talked about bitch slappin' today at brunch. you know that feeling of what you want to do to someone when they keep stepping on the back of your shoes/ pant leg when you're walking....
Simply Into You
it's almost spring
almost pink clouds rollin' through
pink slapped asses and eyes so blue
drinking on patios and blasting music
through rolled down windows
speeding into you
new inspiration to wash away
the old crushed glass
i'm finally getting over the past
roll on through
see you on the roof playing twister in the nude
i'm speeding into you
like a...
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it's almost spring
almost pink clouds rollin' through
pink slapped asses and eyes so blue
drinking on patios and blasting music
through rolled down windows
speeding into you
new inspiration to wash away
the old crushed glass
i'm finally getting over the past
roll on through
see you on the roof playing twister in the nude
i'm speeding into you
like a...
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aries:
Jordan, your sexy
ahriman:
Hi-diddly-ho Jordan.
I just got enough money back on my credit card to rejoin, so I thought I'd stop in and say howdy(in all actuality I said Hi-diddly-ho, but that's just talking semantics).
P.S. I just saw your fantasy regarding Conan O'Brien, and all I have to say about that guy is, well, he's really, really nice.
He came up to Toronto for a week with his show, and while up here, he attended a party that I worked. While I clearing empty plates and such up, he came up to me and starting talking about hockey. I stood there for at least ten minutes and didn't have to work because I was conversing with the guest of honour. Letting me be lazy in front of guests is enough to be shinny red star next to his name as far I'm concerned.
But yeah, really cool guy.
I just got enough money back on my credit card to rejoin, so I thought I'd stop in and say howdy(in all actuality I said Hi-diddly-ho, but that's just talking semantics).
P.S. I just saw your fantasy regarding Conan O'Brien, and all I have to say about that guy is, well, he's really, really nice.
He came up to Toronto for a week with his show, and while up here, he attended a party that I worked. While I clearing empty plates and such up, he came up to me and starting talking about hockey. I stood there for at least ten minutes and didn't have to work because I was conversing with the guest of honour. Letting me be lazy in front of guests is enough to be shinny red star next to his name as far I'm concerned.
But yeah, really cool guy.
i'm listening to the white stripes, and sits on the coffee table a little baby of a project that i'm thinking of turning into a movie script, about a guy who goes insane and kills a family dentist. the sky has been cloudy all day, giving not one drop of rain. i miss thunderstorms in the south, the intensity of the stillness - the thick...
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Gunnin Down Pretty City
Upon first entering the 9, I felt surrounded by illegal frumps. A long row of subway seating was overcrowded with high school kids. Faces sunken, dark bags weighed down sets of light blue and hazel eyes. One boy, skinny with the exception of lingering baby fat adoring his face, kept his black hoody over his head so it cast a shadow...
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Upon first entering the 9, I felt surrounded by illegal frumps. A long row of subway seating was overcrowded with high school kids. Faces sunken, dark bags weighed down sets of light blue and hazel eyes. One boy, skinny with the exception of lingering baby fat adoring his face, kept his black hoody over his head so it cast a shadow...
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throatneedle:
wow! ich wohne en woodside! du bist sehr schon!
aspen:
hi pretty.
Chapter number unknown Dirt Solver excerpt from The Better Kisses Of Angels
He stands over a lump of dirt, where confused weeds sprout up and twist around each other. Slung over his shoulder is a hoe of some sorts, and on his face is splashed a harmful grin. His tongue is slapped with secrets and his muscles flex as the hoe comes down, misdirected, missing...
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He stands over a lump of dirt, where confused weeds sprout up and twist around each other. Slung over his shoulder is a hoe of some sorts, and on his face is splashed a harmful grin. His tongue is slapped with secrets and his muscles flex as the hoe comes down, misdirected, missing...
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ahriman:
Happy Valentine's day Jordan!!!!
prs2000:
welcome!
i'm waiting for it to snow, working on my novel 'the better kisses of angels' and i need to take a shower. my hands smell like chocolate and nicotine. in the south they always smelled like grass and perfume, a character in my book just exclaimed 'i'd rather date a serial killer than a pop star, they got more soul.' bush is in my pants,...
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tori:
welcome to limbo, cutie! 
lucky105:
Ooh, I like how you write. 
i want the whole world. i want it now.
xxoo
-missy