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Here’s a secret, the first one is just a stupid hermit crab

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evanmichaelearls:

Liquor and cheeseburger party tonight!

Liqueur and pepperoni and gummies party tonight. Time to drunk more for that little piece of me floating in the atmosphere. We get highh. Also happy

evanmichaelearls:

Liquor and cheeseburger party tonight!

Liqueur and pepperoni and gummies party tonight. Time to drunk more for that little piece of me floating in the atmosphere. We get highh. Also happy

Eleventh grade lament

I’m thinking of people in terms of what I would do if they were to die.
I can’t help it anymore.
I think of a person,
Think of them dying,
Picture me, thanks, crying.
Are they close to me?
I’ll find out.
Did they feel pain?
I wonder if I would,
Now that’s the test.
Now, if I died?
What if I were put to rest?
I know it wouldn’t be painless,
I’ve witnessed the pain the death
Of a brother brings.
Thinking of myself dying opens too many doors.
Then thinking of others dying,
That opens more and more!
(They’re not even dying,
Trust me,
They’re right here.)
But these doors keep opening,
For this want of death I fear.
And why can’t I shake it?
Why can’t I just close that first door that was opened?
The one that first got me stuck,
That’s knocking me down,
Down on my knees,
And fuck,
It doesn’t stop there.
It shoves me on my back.
And I’m fighting!
I’m fighting right now.
It’s so fucking hard to fight.
Then I think I’ve beat it,
I’ve gotten back to my knees,
As much of a victory as I’ll see, Fuck!
It pins me again!
And I’m afraid I won’t be able to tap out before the count of three.
It’s driving me mad!
And either I, or you,
Will be sad.
And either I, or you,
Will taste tears.
And I don’t have glasses,
And what I see never clears,
And everyone will see you cry.
And no one, not even I
Will see you die.
And no one will answer
And no one will ask
Why?
And so I, not you,
Will live a simple kind of guy.

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4’X5’ DBZ

Pants.

Pants.