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In the shadow of doubt, I run towards the light of the nonsense crap. "Hey, when we will get out from this pit?" My whining friend Thomas keep yapping about how scared he is of the darkness. "Calm down man, we just getting started." I'd like to do this kind of thing since I was 15, many things to explore so I can make myself scared until I'm not scared anymore. "Give me the lights." Thomas knowing what I mean, that means shovel it into grass. We all in the middle of the war, our friend Bobby just captured by vietcong few days back. I'm not i...
Back in my day, I was a homeless man who lives in the street. Many people look at me like I was sad. No I just joking, of course they don't look at me at all. But I don't know I just feel sun and everything just recovered everytime. No wonder many people keeps away from it. unless some culture do so. But what happen now after I runaway from home, they told me I will gone dead by then I living on this road. But here I am, stand healthy with lean muscular body, no virus attack me. I'm shirtless, not really shirtless afterall. I still have some...
Back in the day in 78, Jeff just graduated top from the opposite direction he was. Alone in a house, but he don't like to dramatize situation or act on it. At least there is a floor to do some pushups since it's great thing to do. More dopamine in a decent way. But last night he just had some argument in a police station about homicide he just ran into. It just a rat he used to collected for some experiments, mind his own business. But now it's two years after that, no information from relatives, but that's what Jeff liked to be. Then he go ...
I'm Jack Zabka, nothing really great a month or even year. I just open my own dojo in all valley but no kids trust me enough to do so. I often vomit when it comes to a hypocrite life changing that's dumb for me. Even I'm lazy to make some conversations here, so it would be a little dialog this time. But not ever be unless He still gave me breath. But my mind to ruminate to believe so, so I get high and drunk, following train tracks and nothing can't stop me. I play some First Blood song back in 1979: It's a long road When you're on your own ...
Hello, my name is Tony. I living in Ohio, in 1978. I don't even figuring out my own habit. Stillness for living on the caravan being drunked by some old people when I was 4. My house is around forest, so it's confusing to talk about a bad thing in confusing ways. But in Revere High School, anything can be happen. So this time I went to the forest with Figg to hunt some bird as a present for new class time. "Hey, this is good spot, isn't it?" A stoic guy from inside if people has more insight. Some of my peers are scared of him, and me the we...
Let's not taking this way too dramatic or stupid that mostly everyone talk about. Just a simple routine from waking up, drink a sip of water, eat some little food, then big food, take a bath, doing some pushups while wet and naked, and go out for a walk. I'd like to copy paste this 100x just to make sure no one reads it. So basically drought never happen, dude. I'm freaking living prove. I'm a jerk that always jerking off after workout to raise dopamine. Living near the hut, kidnapping some blonde girl to fuck with, then interact with them...
There's a cold summer in January with me eating cold pottatoes from the fridge as a coping mechanism. "Hey Rick cook me some water." I don''t need to present anyone or the background, it's quite confusing. "Let's get the hell out of here, I need some snow." I'm Bill, I'm normal, nuthing good. "Hey take a look outside, it's a dry sunset in the morning. Like to take a run?" Rick my man get on this garage to pull out his pickup box mail. mean a car, but means the same. "wEAR your pants, pansy." I wearing the most comfortable weird looking tran...
On the same day I wrote on my yellow papers. Not because the color is yellow since the beginning, but more like it's getting dirtier when it comes to age. Aging together with me no matter what happen. I don't like to whinning and just walk down the streets every night. Peaceful air to rehash the past. I used to get into busy lifestyle without getting slow down. Back in the day nostalgia for me is just for a bum with no future, clumsy as santa claus. The biggest liar I've ever seen. I will never forgive him for lying to countless little kids....
Me the loner kid that most likely being paranoid about himself, sitting down below the table so no one can see him. Nothing ever mattered, so I went down to a Walmart to buy some chocolate bar to raise my libido. Me and some other friends come under the rain, see something could have been drill out a hole above our ears. βLetβs keep going.β Segrh or a name that unmentioned could not pleased anyone. This time more less likely journaling would be useless as meth. Itβs on nightfall December, adding one number to get rid the last paper. I get sl...
Nowhere to run.... nowhere to hide... Nowhere to run.. I got nowhere to run... nowhere to hide... nowhere to run I began my day without neat routines instead of raising dopamine whether it's negative or some kind of more. Keep my feet without pants, so I can feel more free even more. I just renting a house which time is easy during a decade. Feeling younger than ever, nothing to care about. I just go outside without any doubt. Nothing scares me since I don't even think no more. Some of them afraid being jobless, future kind of jackass sh...
Until that day, I follow my own footsteps without realizing that I just follow my gut this whole year. I just like coldness. I hate the heat, even it took me five minutes before I ride my bike. "Knock, knock." "I'm taking a bath, thank you." Somehow I used to naked all the time in my room. It makes me calm which turn into an addiction. I avoid many people, but some guys confused while looking at my body. It looks like some cool guys that spent time in gym class and took scholarship from it since their grades are scum. "Who are you?" "Lorrain...
In a small town named Bukitbersih, there is a hut where a boy spend his time in that palace. Quite calm and safe. It still early morning without a watch. But it's quite far away from public. So nothing can stop anyone for do any kind of rebellious stuff. Hunting, farming, or plant some seeds. In the other bird house where tiga sejoli playing some cards, they spend their time for hours, talking about someone to make themselves happy. "Hey man, you know that scary guy I just encounter few days ago?" A man with round glasses like to enjoy his o...
Once upon a time, there's a kid laying down in his bedroom with unconcious eyes. He seems doesn't have any kind of purpose. Moreover not even ready for nothing. Or in a hard way just like an animal: eating, sleep, urinate, repeat. But thankfully it's the best way for a calm life. "Knock, knock, knock." He only lives in a haystack in a village. He onced goes to Jakarta for a better future, but nothing he found interesting. Rather united with nature for the rest of his life, living for today. "Misan, it's me, Ben." "Ahh, I'm little bit tired t...
"Wake up, wake up!" What's wrong with this sound. I paid the taxes at the right time to this worthless king. What's wrong with this place? That's the time I packed my bags and gone for a year. As an adventurer, I learned many things from this nature. Geography, star knowledge, I feel like a turtle when I want to be eagle. This time I appearing in Acre, mostly desert. Somehow Magni my coffee look alike horse managed to survive this long journey. Some people told me stories to talking with a horse like a human being; I believe so, but not this...
Zio in the other way still hanging out with several girls each country side and different cities. Experimenting some inspirations to his next books. Despite his skills in running and horsing, he also well known as an "eagle" who can climb from building to building in real flashy moments. He doesn't really care about being skilled at something, just to put some endorphine in his brain and easily to get sleepy. So it's kind of medicine to him. On the way to the Venezia, he needs some kind of different relief. It's carnavale on night time. Of c...
Writer, planning for become few types of writting, including short stories, novel, script writer for short movie and movie.
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