Laboratory LovePeach pushed open the door to Silas’ laboratory and flounced in as if she owned the place, curls and pleated skirt bouncing. She navigated her way to Silas as if by instinct and sauntered up behind him in a surprisingly silent manner for a girl in such large combat boots. She pressed her entire body up against his back, breathing an airy and seductive moan in his ear while wrapping both arms around his waist. “Well, helloooo labcoat!” He heaved a heavy sigh, not even bothering to resist her embrace. This was all too common by now. He put down the test tube he had been looking at as it bubbled and let out some sort oLaboratory Love
AddictThe mirror was filthy, almost as filthy as Tantra’s cunt, but she had the blow so I wasn’t going to say so out loud. I was holding a straw we’d gotten from a McDonald’s earlier, taking it out of the crappy paper wrapping and rolling it over my thumb with my middle and forefinger anxiously. Tantra opens her purse, digs past empty cigarette cartons and convenient store receipts and her wallet - which has no money in it - to find the dime bag. The eight ball is clean, and uncut inside the clear plastic, dusted white. She pulls out her wallet and produces a razor from the change purse to chop with. The razor is dirtier than thAddict
PosterWord Prompt 7: PosterPoster
Jame stopped dead in her tracks. It was a crowded street, a Los Angeles sidewalk, Rodeo Drive to be exact. Sporadic lines of colorful cars spotted with candy yellow taxicabs whizzed by. Fellow pedestrians lined the streets beside and opposite her, and yet the busy hustle and bustle of the world around her was at a complete and utter standstill. Everything and everybody ceased to move or retain any meaning or color except for the single object of Jame’s attention. There was not a single doubt in her mind of the reality of what she was seeing. She knew. She would recognize her anywhere.
Hale
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I mean...
Welcome do DA.
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Z'omg! Another Manson fan! o: <3
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"Oh, well, 'lol' then."
I'm a Lungfish Zealot in DA's Psychonauts Crew!
"For insurance reasons, Goggalor."
"Yes! That, and for FREEDOM."
I am Selan's friend Ome! HELLO AND SUCH. Gasp, you're a writer-ly person, too.
~Ome
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"Hey, yeah, look. I just remembered my mother told me never to talk to strange anthropomorphic rabbits. So I've gotta go."
Clubs:
Hamelnclub ~ sinfulattraction ~ More~~
Y-Host
Lub j00~~
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Here I am, back from space! Now, where are the ghosts?
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Zack.
Aspiring Author
Definition of Zack - "One whose brain flows with a turbulent stream of unending ideas, but who lacks the ability to lock them to a page in the binding fetters of prose."
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