

The City StationLike a pile of rotten waste, the bohemian man curls onto the dirty station floor. Covering some source of dark, or light, it doesnt matter - whatever suits you. His leaking brain is encased by thick chunks of greasy hair. He holds his pens with the ironic American flags taped on, his only prize. Using them to slowly sell away his dignity for a cost: pay me faaaa iiit.The City Station
To his left, the image of The Queen is standing; an awkward flamingo with wings too wide. Dolled up more beautiful than any lady, Spicy red shiny stilettos, Shes strutting her stuff and waving her cot


Afterthoughtyou didnt have a fun night? You dont care. No, I fucking didnt. Not really thats too bad .So, I know.Afterthought
Sorry, but youre making me itch I need to hang up; I didnt have fun watching you lie, Fake a sweet strawberry sick smile,
Its disguising my true haze, what a waste!
Im sick of this dead and steady monotony, Sick of my ailing mind Not hopelessness, But dread, disgust, and Ill say it Loneliness. I know you cringed at that. Ju
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Life is the time spent sifting through mediocre moments in search of those which are extraordinary.
-wajida
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If only I were as cool as you then my life would be complete.
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