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It’s funny how someone’s evil Inherit hate of you and towards you and others like you can catapult you towards your purpose.

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Chewing

I can’t breath because the air is too thick and my heart is too open. My mother warned me not to take big bites because chewing would be difficult. But I didn’t listen and now I’m left in a never ending cycle of chewing my age in hours, swallowing and regurgitating. This is my life now. And I’ve realized that I’m not the only one living this paradox. To my own contrary Belief I was never the only one. I was so focused on chewing and reciting affirmations to keep my mind clear that I hadn’t even noticed that most of my peers were stuck in the same never ending cycle but faced with different dishes to eat. I see them now.

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The location of hatred.

I just caught myself leaping head over air into a pit of flawed aspire. Flooded with doom, I zoomed in on something I’ve always known was troubled and covered myself in it’s shallow grave of selfishness and evil tonic. The phonics of the darkest four letter word drips out of my soul and into the air. Hate!, what a painful contagion that plagues the air and leaves helpless souls in a never ending gape of despair. It’s location is obvious and I’d rather not be there.

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Crawling and cruel.

Some things fester underneath the surface like vicious little creepy crawlers. They sit there never really being bothered. Then one day they burst out of a slit just big enough to allow the crawlers to see what’s above. It’s like watching an egg boil. It only seems slower if you watch it. But if you look away then you never really and fully become ready for it to be boiled. My skin tingles just thinking of the wet gushing sound that the festering makes as the slit rips wider and the little slimy pieces start to crawl out. But I have to keep watching or else I won’t be ready when they find their way to the surface.

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The speaking spirit of formented potato juice...

Don’t you dare look at me and shake your heads you sanctimonious Pirates. who died and made you king of all that is graceful and pure? Your sins are why I exist here. so be greatful for me and look away from your monsters for a moment and allow me to take a turn In your skin. go ahead and slip away in my bottle like a genie. You can follow me to the pit of your stomach. Let’s splash and crash and thrash and enjoy these moments of violent, ignorant bliss and then I’ll swiftly take all your memories as if it all never happened before everything bubbles up to the surface and your host vomits me up only to recompose and repeat. Oh come on,Go on... You know you want to.

~Inglorious saint~

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That moment when you read over what you just wrote and realize its fucking garbage. 

ugh, being a perfectionist and a  writer at the same time is a cruel type of torture. lol 

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Find your inspiration here

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STOP WATCHING WHITE NOISE.

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R.I.P Cleopatra

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take a deep look...

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The day i can tell my story without getting choked up is the day i know i’m fully healed

-st.Ashlee-Renee (myself)