dariosaurus

So here's the thing: everyday I find myself wishing I had a terminal illness. Nothing major like leprosy or HIV but something big enough to make people stop and say 'that's rather unfortunate do you need a hug'. Of course I would refuse said hug because I despise human contact; but the offer is always nice.

So here's the thing: I once loved someone so...
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So here's the thing: I once loved someone so much that I just couldn't stand their existence. This person had no fundamental flaws and was overtly polite but generally had poor taste in super hero powers. Essentially I am a teleporter. I come and go as I please and I go and come as I want. This person, who will now be known as the...
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a summary of portugal in five paragraphs or less. 83% of which is entirely true.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when my hatred for cereal began (1). Some say the reasoning behind this hatred lay within the close-quarters of sandy beds and sweaty companions with whom I shared my breakfast provisions. Others claim Portugal's flawed dairy system and general disability to provide milk with any...
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I will never fully understand intoxication. I know that now and would never try to deny it. But this is actually okay, because intoxication will never fully understand me, either.
Currently in my cranium I see it like this; inebriation equals the breakdown of social walls and stands as an excuse to sing a backstreet boys song. In the metaphorical cranium of inebriation however, Dario...
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