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i’m forever chasing after time

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my opinion on;

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do i;

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what is my;

overall opinion:

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i’m forever chasing after time

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HE had not had a friend for a long while. This must be the beginning of one if she would use that term. People had an odd way about using words. There were those who spoke sarcasm and those who spoke good intent. He found himself struggling to choose which one was being correctly exercised. “Yes, well, it was no trouble. Here’s your…cat snake. Oh. I suppose I can relate.” A timid smile crossed his face.

He had just recently had to pry himself out of a brown square that smelt of a barn and not even his reliable teeth could penetrate. They were not even that sharp it was just that he had felt them a nifty tool ever since he had started with his shifting. They seemed plausible so he would result to them whenever frightened or unsure what to do which was about once or twice a day.

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                                                             Blake was not very good at picking up on social cues, either. She almost always just winged things and hoped for the best – if she fucked up, she would internalize it and lose sleep over it later. That was the healthy thing to do, right? She took Jeff into her arms, gave him a small scratch behind his small ferret ears, and looked up at the man in front of her. “Thanks again, pal! My name’s Blake, by the way! I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around here before – are you new?”

She had just sort of pulled the question out of her ass. It sounded like a good thing to say, but realistically, it was a bit of a silly question. It wasn’t like she had seen everyone in her city, regardless of its tiny size. It felt right to ask him if he was new, though; for whatever reason, she had a feeling that he was.

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i’m forever chasing after time

                                               but everybody dies

                                                                                           dies

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[okay okay! so now that cherry’s blog is all done, i’m here and ready to rumble until i go to bed]

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i’m forever chasing after time

                                               but everybody dies

                                                                                           dies

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[guess who’s making another blog...]

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{ starter call ;; }

                                                      like this for a starter !!

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Cinema Sins starters

“I’ll tell you everything wrong with ___ in less than ___ minutes.” “The first problem is that you exist,” “This scene does not include a lap dance and I’m disappointed.” “Stealing by accident is still stealing.” “You’re enunciating through your nose.” “Apparently saying 'I don’t know’ in a lecture about the pyramids is a huge no-no.” “Oh. Awesome. Could you be a little more vague?” “I have never heard anyone use that pronunciation in my life.” “Only dopey nerds have allergies.” “You know you’re a workaholic when getting called back to work is the only thing that can snap you out of your deep depression caused by your son accidentally killing himself.” “The hell? Do you even coffee?” “You brought in  an expert to help you decipher the code but you didn’t show him everything? The fuck kind of logic are you following?” “He’s drawing on the screen with a permanent marker!” “And so he owned it. But he was stupid, so he put it in storage.” “First of all, that was morbid.” “You look beautiful and all, but maybe now’s not the right time to be posing or photos.” “You’re not even offering anything? Just an open hand of gentrification?” “Yes, the questions was lame, but you didn’t have to be such a dick-tard about it.” “I’m killing, smoking, and having everyone else do the work. You really have to appreciate my growth into a beautiful person.” “That guy may have a big dick, but he also IS a big dick. Dick.” “That’s like recycling all the onscreen actions of Two Girls, One Cup.” “That’s the ‘I’m totally in love with them but have no chance’ face.” “BDSM isn’t open during business hours.” “I know you’re comically inept so I’ll let this one go.” “Bonding by way of vandalism. Hmm- Bondalism?” “That’s the fancy way of saying you killed him.” “Sure, the one thing…. the ONE THING you had to do in the middle of a kidnapping plot is to fire a flare up in the goddamn air.” “Your friend is the valedictorian of this school? How badly did everyone else fuck up for them to become the valedictorian?” “To be fair, those birds shouldn’t be chirping. They should be eating that person I killed.” “Not even the wind or that Bronco could undo the mid-life crisis look in your hair.” “Nothing good happens when it involves gloves and a Bronco.” “You’re perfect, in a perfect home and likely have a perfect florist, so why  not buy the real thing instead of a painting?” “She was taking that dog to wherever as an accessory, which makes her an awful person and thus rightly tortured for the rest of her life.” “You even walk like a thoroughbred horse at the Kentucky Derby.” “Bow down, bitches.” “Have you see the shit down here? We don’t need no parental advisory.” “Please tell me she didn’t flood the city again just to make this video.” “Ooooh, it’s a metaphor.” “These are some stupid rules.” “I would hope the things you eat didn’t complain, because they should be already dead.”

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hey! if ur ever looking for information on my character (whether i haven’t finished/uploaded my stats or bio pages or it’s just information you’d like to know) you can always 100% shoot me a message asking about anything! if you need something cleared up about my muse, ask me. if you wanna learn more about my muse, ask me. if something is confusing you or you just want to know more - ask me! i’m always available to answer questions about my muse because the odds are i’m probably still figuring them out. no matter how long i’ve had them for, there’s always room for character development and finding out more about them. there are some things even i haven’t figured out about my muse, so always feel free to ask me if you wanna know anything.

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                                                         Not having actual responsibilities was… weird, to say in the least. Blake had no school to attend, no job to go to – her job was making stupid, dumb fucking videos, so that didn’t count – and she didn’t really have anyone to care for, either. Her brother was off doing whatever, probably actual important things, which left her to do what she did best: bother innocent strangers. Her course of action that day was, decidedly, to hand out garbage tee shirts. The tee shirts she was handing out had a grainy close up of her dumb ferret Jeff’s face, with ‘Jeff’ written underneath. She had ordered and received them months ago, as she was selling them on her online shop, but she had some extras left over. Why not hand them out?

Clearly, it was a slow day.

Blake stood, leaning against a light pole, watching as people passed her by. No one seemed to be interested in her shirts. Why not? She was wearing one herself – to model it, of course – so people could see that they were great quality. Jeff was a hero. Everyone should want a shirt with him on it.

“Jeff shirts! Get your shirts with Jeff on ‘em, right over here!” New course of action: instead of stopping individuals and showing them the shirts, she was just going to yell about her shirts. Maybe it would make people think Jeff was like, some famous guy or something, and that would make them more interested. It better. She really had nothing better to do.

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