Heejin - 'BURN' ( ARTMS Official MV)
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Heejin - 'BURN' ( ARTMS Official MV)
Black Dog (T7S) || Friends In Low Places (T9S)
[It’s all exaggerated. My exaggerations are exaggerated.]
Ahhh, I remember those stories well...
Preview
Plywood Drive; a large monument to the early '50s with a sprawling courtyard and garden, wrapped up in a large thicket of squat trees and marshland. It's everything it's supposed to be, imposing, beautiful, and hauntingly dark. Its light bricked walls are like a beacon among the dark trees that crest its edges and it's winding drive slips between trees and water like a serpent sliding towards the city. High gates prevent the outside from getting too close to the building, but a small, sullen shack sits outside with a guard who - no doubt - is ready to turn in for the day.
On occasion, the gates open to allow one of Plywood's signature ugly grey buses in and more often than not, those buses are toting someone who can no longer take care of themselves. You are one of those people. Mind you, you are not unable to care for yourself, but the state [and your kin] think it best that you stay at Plywood Drive. An asylum, to put it bluntly. A 'safe haven' for people 'like you'.
You'd scoff if you weren't so busy chewing on your lip and eyeing the dull, ugly green seats in the bus. You aren't the only one on the bus, but you seem to be the quietest, the other person being a middle-aged female who keeps claiming that she needs to see her Uncle at the ball. She seems amenable enough, docile if a bit loud and more than happy to tell you stories of her youth as you both are carted down the winding drive.
The woman is about midway through her tale about a rendezvous with a dashing young male named, Barry, when the bus slows to a rolling halt. She perks up, amber eyes catching the light in the same way a young child would. Her auburn hair is tied in a loose bun upon her head, her skin a creamy tan with a sickly undertone. She stands as the 'nurse' strides up onto the bus and towards the both of you. She holds out a hand with childish glee towards the woman, "Hello, sir! Have you, by chance, seen my uncle?"
We have catalogued nearly every outright lie the president has told publicly since taking the oath of office.
This is hard to read. You have my permission to skip to the text below the list.
the most obnoxious part of “how to control a nation” is that derren doesn’t actually explain how he does any of it he just explained the basic principles and told a bunch of lies, otherwise, because some of them were part of the ufkcing sad;lfkjfl. “how to talk out of your ass for an hour and trick everyone HIDE IN PLAIN SIGHT”
dawg I'm just gonna fall in a lake at this point. what even is the reason anymore.