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the_nev_a_prospect
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Type: Haiku
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Type: Prose
I'm not a smoker. In the smoking lounge of the coffee shop I'm at you can hear people's conversations like you can't hear your own thoughts.
I'm not a smoker. In the smoking lounge of the coffee shop I'm at you can hear people's conversations like you can't hear your own thoughts.
Type: Prose
Common sense is called a sense because its a reaction an emotion something you sense without thinking. Its common because its a first basis reaction its the first thing that comes to mind.
Common sense is called a sense because its a reaction an emotion something you sense without thinking. Its common because its a first basis reaction its the first thing that comes to mind.
Type: Prose
*When she fucks other people, it hurts me, like it hurts to realise that you're exactly the same as everyone else.
*When she fucks other people, it hurts me, like it hurts to realise that you're exactly the same as everyone else.
Type: Prose
Whenever I read a new author, I find ways to fit that information into how I see the world. I ask myself how does this work with that, how do things contradict each other.
Whenever I read a new author, I find ways to fit that information into how I see the world. I ask myself how does this work with that, how do things contradict each other.
Type: Prose
One day she's telling me about how shes devestated shes not been out in weeks. The next day shes talking about having her mom buy her an appartment in some little rural piece of land with the population of an eighteenth century lordship.
One day she's telling me about how shes devestated shes not been out in weeks. The next day shes talking about having her mom buy her an appartment in some little rural piece of land with the population of an eighteenth century lordship.
Type: Prose
There's nothing even remotely inspiring about where I am. The office walls - a dreary immitation of white the way after a photography class nothing is truly white ever again except for pictures.
There's nothing even remotely inspiring about where I am. The office walls - a dreary immitation of white the way after a photography class nothing is truly white ever again except for pictures.
Type: Prose
If we didn't kid ourselves. What would happen then. I chase the smoke away by blowing into the air chase it down with a vanilla iced latte.
If we didn't kid ourselves. What would happen then. I chase the smoke away by blowing into the air chase it down with a vanilla iced latte.
Type: Haiku
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A small man, after the dice fall in his favour rejoices. A bigger man, asks himself if he might have been unintentionally cheating, in his passion to win?
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