#sixty eight

[johnnodwarf]

I think Harley’s arc in the most recent episode was a bit odd but im here for it

[n3ver-mor3]

George could've been P3 today if his team wasn't so incompetent

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☕️🐄

[jt1674]

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[artistsoftheapocalypse]

Hello my dear artists! I'm here to join the spooky times :D

May I please have my courier, Sixty Eight, in either 3, 14 or 38 with them as the speaker? (They end up as Warlord of Independent Vegas, kind of mafia boss type of feel, if it helps.)

Thank you, and hope you all have a blast!

[ Sketched by Supporting Artist @bexatomarama ]

"Don't doubt it for a second-- you cross Sixty Eight, and they'll bring the fury of hell itself down upon your head."

[jt1674]

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[zumzum]

Sixty Eight

how am i just a

fukin aNIMAL

am everythin Carnal an carnivorous and a carnival of diesel n smog 

am canines  less molars am erratic an lower pleasure after lowrRr pleasure below pleasure an into a  roting blueberry lyin waitign to be kkrushed

want to be smthing more want ot be  a guy again who u can talk 2 an  Who can talk 

want too not be jus juice pure juce leggin it around capillary and vitl organ want 2 be a real boy

want highher wnat somethin more more-ish selfhood keeps u up til ur skin clgos and ur heart stops

wann be human wanna bebhuman

again

sugar rush dipshitt with lungs n pipe dreams n a bite in his bark

[vivyen]

we walked through a snow-covered lake, a snow-covered school, a snow-covered community today, and it reminded us of new england’s quaint charm. i missed you terribly because it was your lake, your school, your community, things i never shared with you while breathing in, exhaling the same air those few years we didn’t know each other. your charm was always too subtle to put words to, but i’ve always known what i like about calm waters reflecting blue and white skies. it hit me like that too, quietly and with full force. things i didn’t expect.

we drove by two starbucks on the same street within a block of each other, and i knew right away where we were. i was outside a home you once compartmentalized a slice of your life into, a home you once invited me into, a home for a slice i wasn’t part of, didn’t want to be part of. the trees were frosted as they were earlier last year. i still think of you on sunny snow-covered days when snow flakes get blown off rooftops and i wonder what clouds they might come from when there are no clouds in sight. the storm passed over, an intersection passed over with a home passed over. i saw new things this time. 

it gets less strange each day how i can’t recall your faces, but that is okay.

i did some work today and in the middle of it remembered that there is no consolation prize for not believing in yourself, no consolation prize for not believing in others. 

you two were always my favorite.