

Daisy's BombEarly morning. A dismal great British morning, the sky a cloudy grey, the streets silent as the grave, slick as the oil, and smooth as a mill-pond. A row of terraced houses – each a repainted replica of the one before – cower behind gardens that range from the weekly-tended though to the burning-tires schools of landscape gardening. Exactly halfway down this road was a house exactly halfway between those standards, exactly halfway between the rents, halfway between the gutter and the rooftops. And here – halfway between the middle of the night and the middle of the morning – is halfway between the begnning and the end.Daisy's Bomb
Did I say
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Can oranges be pessimistic?
Do oranges even think?
Mmm... Orange...
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Rule Britannia is out of bounds
To my mother, my dog, and clowns,
IS THERE LIFE ON MARS?
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Im, going to have to turn my back on you...
*Turns*
NOOOOOOOO!!!!
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--Evan
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hey, it's me!
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Don't click this.
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'Is he allowed to do that?'
'I think it comes under the rule of Quia Ego Sic Dico.'
(Making Money)
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THEREISNOSPOON
jackintomymatrix
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.rbsn .custo
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macrophoto
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"Our life is no dream, but it should and will perhaps become one." Novalis
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