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I waited so paitiently. Then I fell a long, long way. Only to melt in some girl's hair.


 


 


 


 

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Poor, Flush Face.


I mean, would you just look at the horror and concern on his unfortunately broad visage?!


Poor, Flush Face.


Think about the horrific things he must lay his eyes upon everday. We aren't beautiful creatures afterall, my friends, and we certainly don't always do beautiful things.


Poor, Flush Face.


No choice, but to view all these not beautiful things. No choice! His awkward eyes are sadly forever peeled opened.


Poor, Flush Face.


Look at his embarassing colouring. He must want to be able to simply blush just like the un-beautiful creatures in front of him more than anything. Instead, he must, much against his weak will, further promote these not beautiful things with his unoriginal face colour.


Poor, Flush Face.


Look how he must spend his days with his back against the wall! Forced to look at the beings and things in front of him. He can't turn away, the sad guy.


Poor, Flush Face.


We'll see you tomorrow.

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They live near the back of my mind


They have a sporadic consciousness 


They gnaw even though their teeth have long dulled


Their wicked imagination is ccontagious


And I am sick of them


But of course, I won't let them go


They are my worries 


And they're not going anywhere, anytime time soon. 


 

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Unbelievable!


      Not really.


Yes, really. You are insane.


      So are you.


Fine. You are unbelievably immoral.


      That's better.


You better not screw this up.


       I won't.


Good.


       Trust me.


No.

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Chaos wondered why Trouble  and Mess were always follows him.


"It's hard to make friends with these two always behind me," he says.

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I live on top of


a mirror and so,


I slept on the night


sky and every star.


I ate on the sun


and the many clouds


that passed by.

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You better not go that way.


One can never be sure what might be lurking in the unattended corners of a book store.


Keep your eyes off the big one on top of the shelf.


You'll find your true love by page 47 and your undoing by page 264.

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