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Thank you to everyone for all of the nice comments about my Christian & Jacob series! Did y’all know I created a Patreon for my writing? I will still be posting some things here but Part 9 of Christian & Jacob will be posted on my Patreon soon. 

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Figures I gave you ride or die and you gave me games Love figures I know I'm crying 'cause you just won't change Love figures I gave it all and you gave me shit Love figures I wish I could do exactly what you did

I wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do to you, you, hoo, hoo To you, you, hoo, hoo

Figures I'm the bad guy 'cause I can't learn to trust Love figures You say sorry once and you think it's enough I got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys Begging for me just to give 'em a try Figures I'm willing to stay 'Cause I'm sick for your love

I wish I could hurt you back Love, what would you do if you couldn't get me back You're the one who's gonna lose Something so special, something so real Tell me boy, how in the fuck would you feel? If you couldn't get me back That's what I wish that I could do to you, you, hoo, hoo To you, you, hoo, hoo Figures

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New York isn't New York Without you, love So far in a few blocks To be so low

And if I call you from First Avenue Where you're the only motherfucker in the city Who can handle me

New love Wasn't true love Back to you, love So much for a home run With some blue bloods

If I last-strawed you on 8th Avenue Where you're the only motherfucker in the city Who can stand me

I have lost a hero I have lost a friend But for you, darling I'd do it all again I have lost a hero I have lost a friend But for you, darling I'd do it all again

New York isn't New York Without you, love Too few of our old crew Left on Astor

So if I trade our 'hood For some Hollywood Where you're the only motherfucker in the city who would Only motherfucker in the city who would Only motherfucker in the city who'd forgive me

I have lost a hero I have lost a friend But for you, darling I'd do it all again

I have lost a hero I have lost a friend But for you, darling I'd do it all again

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sometimes

you gotta take a dive

to feel alive 

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withering bones

throwing stones

how long

till they leave us alone 

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howl at the moon

until heaven is forever

crucify my dreams

cuz you’ve never been clever 

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i remember firelight

my head in the skies

i remember willow trees

tear stained eyes

i remember feeling fright

nothing left but lies

if you grab at him woe betide you

i know because I try

happiness is come and gone without a warning

across the guise

i will follow him across the meadow

i will try my best to advise

all my love and happiness 

in a heavenly disguise 

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wrote a few songs

back to where i belong 

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with your big heart, you praise god above

but how’s it workin out for you, honey?

do you feel loved?

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'Member when we argued o'er the concept of regret? You were an expert even then but not me, not yet Now all you gotta do's remind me that we met And there - you got me - that's how you got me - you taught me to regret 'Member how I asked you why are you so mean You didn't know how to react to being seen I tried to be your friend, you made me shamed so I'm getting e'en And there - you got me - that's how you got me - you taught me to be mean

But I ran out of white doves' feathers To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth Every time you address me But I ran out of white doves' feathers To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth Every time you address me

'Member when I was so sick and you didn't believe me? Then you got sick too and guess who took care of you? You hated that, didn't you? Didn't you? Now when you look at me, you're condemned to see The monster your mother made you to be And there - you got me - that's how you got free You got rid of me

But I ran out of white doves' feathers To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth Every time you address me But I ran out of white doves' feathers To soak up the hot piss that comes from your mouth Every time you address me

Alone Leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone Leave me alone, leave me alone Alone

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yesterday was january the III

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in this red room

the film watches you

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sometimes sinking is the only way to the top

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SPIRALLING ABANDONMENT

Prudence watched from a dark hidden window as Sam walked down the empty street. Was this a dream or reality? He didn’t recognize any of the houses but they all looked the same, until he turned left. The houses changed, but they were variants of five designs. The houses were gaudy vibrant colors with perfectly manicured lawns and gardens, but the further he walked, the color began to fade. He saw a man sitting on the porch of his house holding a handgun to his head. On another lawn, two girls danced and did backflips oblivious to the danger that lurked just beyond the hill. The color had faded and the houses had turned into mansions. Abandoned and crumbling, some smoldering from the fire that destroyed them, others with ominous calm and foreboding silence. No one was there until he came upon a tiny house in the middle of the decaying mansions. The lights were on, but who lived there? Prudence laughed from the window as she watched him fall deep asleep.

Sam had to distract the Thing chasing him. He threw an object down the hallway and ran the opposite direction, underneath the hidden door beneath the stairs that led to a long winding spiral staircase. He had to go fast but not too fast or he could fall to his death. He was seven floors below the earth when he heard the Thing barreling after him. When he reached the pit at the bottom of the rotting house he looked for a hiding place, deep within a hole in the wall and behind the dead bodies of the victims the Thing had already devoured. He hid, silent and scared. Although, he didn’t know it, Prudence wouldn’t let danger touch him but he had to believe it could.

As he got ready for bed, he watched from the dark window as car after car drove down the quiet wooded street. It was odd, no cars ever drove down the road to his lake house. His grandfather was upstairs, asleep, and Sam was frightened. He checked the door again to make sure it was locked and walked back to the mildew stained bedroom in the basement. As he turned down the bed he checked for spiders, but they were all watching from the corners of the ceiling. He shivered and looked out the window again. He saw flashlights dancing around outside, but who could it be? He knew he wouldn’t sleep that night.

Hunter Sebastian

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what kind of wood do you think jesus was crucified on? 

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Strawberry field I’ll set ablaze I can see god in your gaze Oh, strawberry field You’re the reason I wait Have some fear in your eyes Never take it away

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little bradley always gets a boner in church

this must mean he’s a satanist