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I killed him today, he who does not exist
Falling in love with fictional characters
Five a week is okay
humanity is continuously going through unprecedented changes
Show me your art and I will consume even the smallest part of you, he said.
In my spare time, I enjoy the occasional murder
I hate myself right now
January 17, 2013
a good deal alone
Mud Brown Eyes
you were a dream I painted and wished to own
And nothing changed except the future
You know my history in fragments and I know your life in sketches
I've Seen It All
The one thing I cannot write
He wakes up everyday, puts an empty gun in his mouth, and pulls the trigger.
Nobody writes poetry about microbiology
Caught up
Kill Her Softly
Killing Your Own Characters
I knew enough about him to know his name and what kind of snowball he could make
Fifteen Elvish ways to die
There's nothing more depressing than an empty mailbox, especially today
where the marks should end
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
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