oh, so surrealshe plays the part of the prey, she plays the part of the meat.oh, so surreal
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"pprove to mee i exxist"
she's got a pen, a fist that no one feels
aand i swear by my sin- loving soul
[i-i'm nott paranoiid, ddont fuckinng ccall me crazzy i i ssee youur eeyes, hearr thhe drripping demmons, thhey knnow youu fuckking liie]
now this silence, clanging inside my head
never feeel, empty people, empty steeples
if there was a god above,
he'd have let me die instead.
BravelessNewWorld"saver the day" said the narrator, "with card games and pallor tricks"BravelessNewWorld
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that day, the sun wasnt too bad and there was a cool breeze that stopped by every few seconds to caress a girl who stood waiting by a broken telephone booth on the side of a back road called "xross," which traveled all the way from DDMMYYY to uPTin and had narrow alleyways that were sequestered and hidden from any light seeing eye. val waited patiently for them, watching cars that looked even sketchier then she did, drive past for about seven minutes until the two mediums she was expecting arrived. andrew, who was holding what looked like a pistol-sized water gun, looked her up and down and then snickered at the ground "she looks like a fucking hooker" koral, who was tall and beautiful and carrying a backpack, nodded indifferently.
val reached into the bag that was slung from her shoulder, "i am a fucking hooker" she said simply. Then she handed them each a small plastic bag, about the size of a playing card.