

Earth-Bound MisfitOn Tuesday morning, December 28th, 2005, Quinn stuck a gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger.Earth-Bound Misfit
Monday morning he woke up and lifted his eyes to the windows. Through the blinds, he saw the light fighting to get in. Somehow, the sight made him cringe and turn away; it was at that moment he began to feel quite unlike himself, and wondered whose identity he had usurped.
As of late he had watched as though a spectator to his misery, a disenchanted witness to his gloom, which had deepened and consumed him. It made his arms sore and his eyes droop, until he began to long for the night when he went to sle


Teenagers from MarsEXT. ARIZONA PLAINS. NIGHT.Teenagers from Mars
Derrick is kneeling at the edge of the field, staring upwards into black space. In the distance, we hear the howling of a coyote.
EMILY (OS)
Come on, Derrick!
Derrick stands up slowly, eyes never leaving the sky. Emily rushes over, panting.
EMILY
Come on, Der, my parents are expectin' me home... We're late already.
DERRICK
(smiles) You see that star, Emily?
He's gesturing to the stars.
DERRICK
That one's Venus. &nbs


GlitterFuckI FUCK CATS.GlitterFuck
Whoa. Sha-zam. Gotcha. Bam! What a way to begin. You, the consumer, have probably picked this book up off a shelf at a bookstore. Lured in by an awful title and a semi-humorous tagline, you expect this book to be fictional and witty; you expect it to be fairly clean with the exception of a few curse words, and maybe the inclusion of hookers for the laughs. Here is where I have seized the element of surprise.
What you did not expect is cat-fucking.
Actually, it is far more accurate, in the scheme of things, to change my wording. I must fra
Thank You!
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"My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars."
~AFI "Malleus Maleficarum"
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"My skin is singed but it heals my heart and with glowing pride I'll wear my scars."
~AFI "Malleus Maleficarum"
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"Though on Titan we be hidden, yet our eyes encompasses the Galaxy"
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Work is the curse of the drinking class - Oscar Wilde (Wittiest man ever <3)
WHAT HO, GOOD CHAP! BALLY GOOD DAY ISN'T IT?! AHWELL TOODLE PIP, CHEERIO AND WHATNOT!
Communism: It's better than fascism AND THAT'S IT'S SLOGAN
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Artists breathe life into worlds and beings that exist only in the mind's eye.
Gallery [link]
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Traditional Artists Gallery [link]
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Subject is ready for her next duty~~!!! X3
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Another clever word sets off an unsuspecting heard
And as you step back into line, a mob jumps to their feet...
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