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Ok just cause I’m still salty and this needs to be said: just because your story is a bit predictable doesn’t mean it’s bad. sometimes that just means that your story makes sense. if nothing in your story is predictable then you have crossed the line from “keeping viewers on their toes” to “nonsensical nightmare that doesn’t deliver on any front”

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Mixing New Model Army lyrics and comics once again.

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everytime I used the bus in the summer

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Few things make me happier on this website than rolling through the x-files tag.

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Το πέος της Μωρήγκαν Γκρόου μόλις ξεκίνησε.

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Great Comic

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Grace Kelly και κόλλυβα jelly

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Alternatives to Steampunk

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Pantene Phillippines #whipit Labels against women

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comics meet a 90s favourite lovesong (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qdzbjUWu2VU).

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Emma Frost meets Justin Sullivan.

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Smile like you mean it, girl

[Pragmatism 101, "What the End is not" a) a Beginning b) a Way Out c) a Dead End d) whatever "positive thinking" drudgery you parrot over and over again, lest you see your life -and the End, naturally- for what it really is]

It's the preceding lingering and the blast wave aftermath, rather than the End itself -which, at this point, cannot but be perceived as an absolution- that hold the utmost potential to royally screw you up. So don't go around blaming the End. It is, after all, the only definite answer in this tug o' war, innit? Thus, for once in your motherfuckin' pathetic excuse of a life, shut your face. You cannot undo what has been done, what has been spoken cannot be unspoken and as every person who's visited 4chan will assure you, what has been seen cannot be unseen.

Hush. Hush now. There you go. Zero velocity, tornado-eye style; a moment of clarity, with or without a clit palpating on the tip of your tongue like a heart before a coronary.

You say, I never thought it'd end that way. Well, I never bloody thought so either but here we are; drained from waiting it out, breathless from trying to prevent the inevitable, with our tongues flopping, drooling pathetically -drop drop drop- on the wooden floor, and so very beyond the point of crying. And yet it ended, and no one followed us into the dark.

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