

Teenage Batting CagesWe have grown old, out of baby steps and barbie dolls. Playing pretend has now become our lifestyle. We exchanged plastic toys for plastic facesTeenage Batting Cages
and plastic money and plastic friends. Bandaids stopped being able to heal wounds a long time ago. We traded our mother's high heels for our own set. Our favorite memories were sold to the highest bidders, the one with the most perscription drugs,
claiming we would find some new and improved memories. People died.
They weren't related, they were related. We knew them, we didn't.
They only lived their lives f


An Apology Of Haiku Statusmy tongue is hiding the truth that i'm finding real. for that, i'm sorry.An Apology Of Haiku Status


Answering Machinesi am choking and sputtering mindless babble that leads me across the answering machine in your brain. here is to the hope that you'll somehow receive it and listen.Answering Machines
i am saying all apologies of events that haven't happened yet. i am biting my hair and rubbing friction into my hands. tears are spilling in line-ordered rows to my chin.
beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep. this is all i have been hearing from you lately. are you alive in your unconscious state?
"this is your consciousness calling you. someone loves you very dearly. it's time for you to wake u
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~ArtiSinPain + *KakeraNoKirei =
Or at least, a furry one.
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~ArtiSinPain + *KakeraNoKirei =
Miss you.
Miss you more, you ho
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~ArtiSinPain + *KakeraNoKirei =
xP So what are you doing on DA this fine eve?
And I'm procrastinating. You should realize this.
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~ArtiSinPain + *KakeraNoKirei =
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