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ATTN SUICIDE GIRLS: When and where are there any suicide girl events?? I need cocktails. I need the capacity to schmooze. I need another layer of privileged decadence. And I need beautiful girls with colorful tattoos and brazen piercings as the backdrop. Someone keep me posted!

p.s. Whoever said "money can't buy happiness" never got a 900$-an-hour Ukrainian hooker who will blow...
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Before the exploration of space, of the moon and of the planets, man held that the heavens were the home and province of powerful gods, who controlled not just the vast firmerment but the earthly fate of man himself. And that the pantheon of powerful warring dieties was the cause and reason for the human condition, for the past and the future and for which...
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Diane,
i've found a cozy hiding spot, and i'm not comin' out until this book gets finished being written. the curtains are a vibrant red and there's always pretty music in the air. the midget in the red suit only speaks backwards but his language is often cryptic anyway, so i ignore him. atleast the black sofas are worth the trouble. i...
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niobe:
Hello again. smile
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It was on the deathbed of night when the acid was working its heavy magic, and the panicked howls of the innocent echoed through the drunken, dirty streets in a sour summer night in Nevada.

That was when the Dangerous American revealed itself to me. Walking down the colorful street of lit-up and false fantasies I began to see their true expressions that they had...
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London Thoughts--don't listen to me, you're the curious 3 year old and I'm the bleach under the kitchen sink.

Too many of these long nights and murky early mornings. How far will I go? How long will I last? I wonder if old age is necessary; if a young death is transcendent. I wish not to be a martyr either. Old age...
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Your Friends in the Dark

Unsilenced madness, countless insanity
A night with the homicidal suicides, one pill too many
Aurora shimmers and the skin trickles
Come out of your graves and dance with the truly dead,
Death with his sickle
Limbo unleashed and clouds carry black fate
All chained to agoraphobic office work ants, teased by empty
pearl gates
Skeleton hands and hallow eyes
You...
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fatality:
It makes me happy when people post writing. Really.
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i've decided to write more in this itching journal here. what the fuck, why not. it's apparent no one will come to read these entries so why not spill the soul and puke on heaven's door.

very good thing speed is not a physical addiction, or else i'd be in bad fucking trouble. but i've bent too much of my...
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