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Making it Bleed
Benson stared at the viscera that used to be his mother and sighed. What a fuckin mess.
One of the medical personnel heading out of the building passed by Benson and stopped. He watched as the guy fished through his pocket for his wallet, and pulled out a small business card. The words “Kutzburg Bioclean” crudely typed out in the most basic font imaginable.
“I’m sorry for your loss” he said as he handed over the card.
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Making it Bleed
Benson stared at the viscera that used to be his mother and sighed. What a fuckin mess.
One of the medical personnel heading out of the building passed by Benson and stopped. He watched as the guy fished through his pocket for his wallet, and pulled out a small business card. The words “Kutzburg Bioclean” crudely typed out in the most basic font imaginable.
“I’m sorry for your loss” he said as he handed over the card.
read here
new chapter out!!
Making it Bleed
Benson stared at the viscera that used to be his mother and sighed. What a fuckin mess.
One of the medical personnel heading out of the building passed by Benson and stopped. He watched as the guy fished through his pocket for his wallet, and pulled out a small business card. The words “Kutzburg Bioclean” crudely typed out in the most basic font imaginable.
“I’m sorry for your loss” he said as he handed over the card.
read here
getting cockblocked by the rain from posting my fic. wifi went out right as i was finishing up the final touches :/
Randy Bradley, stormchaser
How to leave town
Maybe Randy just needed some direction in his life. Maybe Benson needed something to direct. The thought sat heavy on his mind.
“Okay Randy” Benson puts extra emphasis on the name. “You have until we finish our little tour of the West coast to prove to me that your life is actually salvageable. If you can’t do that…” he points his hand up into a finger gun pointed right at Randy. He makes a fake gunshot sound with his mouth when he pulls the imaginary trigger.
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inspired by car seat headrest's "how to leave town" album :-)
SYMBIOSIS - oneshot
Randy overanalyzes his relationship with Benson while getting railed in a dingy motel room.
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RANDY!!!!!!!!
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