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HUGE SURPRISE!!!

I LEARNED HOW TO COUNT TO ONE!!!!

I’m a smart peice of shit

Eh good jahb? Let's keep eh workin on it though.

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Pickle! I'm founds this kitty cats that looks like yous!

That does naht look like me, toki. I do like the cat though.

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IM BACK

Sorry :b

Got busy

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Jesus dude, at this rate we'll never get the damn album out! You wanna know what happens if ya don't write lyrics? No friender benders, and no money!

Writing a song is easy, all you've gotta do is jot down the few words that pop into your head throughout the day, then when you think you have enough to put them all together, like. 9 times out of 10, you've got a motherfuckin' song.

Unless you're Murderface and Toki.

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Yea, but dude, you haven't been writin' shit all month!

Writing a song is easy, all you've gotta do is jot down the few words that pop into your head throughout the day, then when you think you have enough to put them all together, like. 9 times out of 10, you've got a motherfuckin' song.

Unless you're Murderface and Toki.

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PICKLE AMNS YOU SEENS DAT I'MS NOT ANS SMASHS AS DE REST OF DETHKLOK

WHAT AMNS WRONGS WIT DIS

Skwisgaar, dude, ya gahtta calm down. I mean, I get yer whole thing is like, sex and all, but surprisingly most people ain't old ladies who want every STD known ta man. Sorry ta break it to ya, dude

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conducting Very Important scientific research thanks to @mtlsmashorpass

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Damn right.

r u single and ready 2 mingle 😝😝😝🤪🤪🤪🤪

Sorry lady, this lil Explosion is happily taken.

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//ooc hiii sorry I just got really busy with work, had/still going through a health scare, but I should be using this acc more often now

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Um, no? Nate'n, did ya even listen ta me? We are naht having this argument, you are working on these lyrics tonight, gaht it? I'll stay wit' ya, but I ain't doin anything fer ya.

Hey, Nate'n? Y'know the eh.. record we're supposed ta be makin'..? We eh.. kinda need those lyrics dude.. if we don't get em, I t'ink I'm gonna have ta eh.. stop our late night 'hangouts', it seems like they're distracting ya. So get em done, dude!

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You can't rush the creative process, okay Pickles? You of all people should know that.

Actually, if anything, I think I need more of our late night hangouts. So uh, you know the drill.

See you soon.

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Nah dude, I have like two pairs. I don't get why all o' you guys have so many, we all wear de same shit all de time.

Eh, they might've, but I wasn't paying attention. I t'ink it has somet'ing to do with when toki dresses like you sometimes er somet'ing.

Uhs, Pickle. I's need to ask if yous seen any of mine belts lately. I only has one left and I amns sure I hads a closet fulls of de skull ones.

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Do ya really need dat many? Anyways, no I ain't seen em'. Well, maybe I caught a glimpse o' Toki with one o' em, but I wasn't paying much attention. N' maybe I saw murderface with one. Iunno though. They said somethin' about yer old swedish belt, wit' the flag.

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Uhs, Pickle. I's need to ask if yous seen any of mine belts lately. I only has one left and I amns sure I hads a closet fulls of de skull ones.

@skwigelfskwisgaar

Do ya really need dat many? Anyways, no I ain't seen em'. Well, maybe I caught a glimpse o' Toki with one o' em, but I wasn't paying much attention. N' maybe I saw murderface with one. Iunno though. They said somethin' about yer old swedish belt, wit' the flag.

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marry me

Heh, I'm flattered, but im eh.. of the market at the moment. And I t'ink Nate'n would kill ya if I said yes.

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Heh, metal way to go out though. Gettin' killed by crazy fans fer being one o' the few people that could call ya mine. There's a song title here somewhere, about crazy fans murdering or somethin'.

Nate's been really fuckin' protective lately.. I mean, I like it 'nd I don't. He won't let me get wit' groupies as much anymore, cuz I'm his "girlfriend boyfriend thing" or somethin'.. I don't mind when he has groupies, he's a damn hypocrite sometimes. Still love 'im though. Mostly

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Nate's been really fuckin' protective lately.. I mean, I like it 'nd I don't. He won't let me get wit' groupies as much anymore, cuz I'm his "girlfriend boyfriend thing" or somethin'.. I don't mind when he has groupies, he's a damn hypocrite sometimes. Still love 'im though. Mostly

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Yer like a personal heater, ya keep me warm at night.

zzz

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I woke up, my head ached and I was hyperventilating. My pillows and blankets were on the floor, and I kept feeling in between hot and cold as I tried to catch my breath. Things have been different, since toki being kidnapped and Nathan almost dying on me. I've started having nightmares, well, more than usual. Of my band mates family dying, and I can't do anything about it. I wiped my forehead, groaning in disgust at the layer of sweat before getting up and getting dressed.

Like usual, I tried my best to drink away the memory of the nightmares and go on with my day like normal, but today was different. I still haven't been getting much sleep, even with Nate's help, and I kept falling asleep today, each nightmare getting worse and worse until I ended up screaming myself awake in the hot tub. "Pickle, ams you.. alrights?" Skwisgaar asked, hesitant as we're all still getting used to the whole "caring about each other thing."

I practically ignored him, opting to just leave the room instead. I just needed some space, really. Some time to breathe. Some time to calm down. I locked myself in offdenson's office, staring at an old picture and reminiscing the old days of when it was all easier, when we were just some guys who made a badass metal band. I nearly felt like crying, but I wouldn't let that happen. I chugged the first bottle of booze I found, and then the next, until I couldn't remember how many I had.

I went to bed, avoiding my band mates, my boyfriend even, and locking myself in my room. I had a habit of locking my doors now, I had stopped when I moved into the band's first apartment, I'm not sure why I started again. "Fuck.. why can't I just fuckin' get over this?" I remember when Charles recommended that I talk to twinkletits, hell the fuck no. Instead, I remade my bed and laid down, falling asleep. I woke that morning, after another horrible series of nightmares, and decided that the boys don't need to know about this, it's not their problem

I can deal with this alone.