

MysteriousLoveLockdownMarch 23, 2010, at school, we had an overnight lock down drill. Some people were freaking out not knowing what was going to happen. Then there were some who were happy to be in the same room as their friend, or the person their heart desired most. Then there was that one person, the reason for the entire lockdown drill. No one knew who it was, or if they were even in the same room as them. All they knew is that no one left the school until they figured out who did such crime unknown even to I, the narrator.MysteriousLoveLockdown
The Jock The Jock, the one everyone admired.


DreamcatcherMen. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they’ll be brothers. The older of the two, that’s Jack—and while we’re on the subject, the younger one’s Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you’re reminded—they’re the kind of people who can remind you—of what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it’s almost painful sometimes to look at them.Dreamcatcher
You see them out of the corner of
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--"Hell hath no fury like a small town boy with a dream." --Nikki Sixx
--Little known fact: I would indeed sell my soul for mashed potatoes.
--"But You're Dead, So Fucking Dead. We All Gotta Die, So Fucking Die"
J'adore
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I'm just your friendly neighborhood communist.
It's supposed to be Kermit.
Kermit eated teh babehs.
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I'm just your friendly neighborhood communist.
Learn to play it or I will murder you.
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--"Hell hath no fury like a small town boy with a dream." --Nikki Sixx
--Little known fact: I would indeed sell my soul for mashed potatoes.
--"But You're Dead, So Fucking Dead. We All Gotta Die, So Fucking Die"
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I'm just your friendly neighborhood communist.
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--"Hell hath no fury like a small town boy with a dream." --Nikki Sixx
--Little known fact: I would indeed sell my soul for mashed potatoes.
--"But You're Dead, So Fucking Dead. We All Gotta Die, So Fucking Die"
Canst thou make it a full page print? I'm using it as a reference and I cannot carry the computer everywhere. Thanks.
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--"Hell hath no fury like a small town boy with a dream." --Nikki Sixx
--Little known fact: I would indeed sell my soul for mashed potatoes.
--"But You're Dead, So Fucking Dead. We All Gotta Die, So Fucking Die"
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I'm just your friendly neighborhood communist.
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