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HE WHO LAUGHS LAST DIES FIRST.

( let’s face it. no one likes someone without a sense of humor!!! might as well get rid of them,

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#outofcharacter

Knock, knock.

#(Say 'who's there'.)

#STOP FORGETTING ABOUT ME.

kyupyu

good night

She’s got me six ways from Sunday, calling out my name. Good mourning, Sadahiko. Good mourning. Make her shut the fuck up.

#Sing--sing. Do something. Anything. Give me a graveplot and a handheld gaming device.#Stick penknives in my earholes till red silence bleeds out. Sweet relief!#Haunting the haunted.

Khhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

nagadachi-a

` █ ▌█ ▌✿ I-I don’t–blame you, if I’d been in your soiled shoes, I-I’d never wish to see me again, either.

There’s tragedy all around us and there’s no exception in Sadahiko Anzu–a dishonest but earnest boy nonetheless. A friend for all that he’s worth among dust and dandelion seeds cloying over clover-clipped graves–someone who fits scenery as if Rembrandt painted his visage himself. The inevitable end is infinitely cruel to corpses and hollow husks in hallow graves–the twisted mouths and rotten teeth, the silence seeping from slit throats far fearsome than any threat we face today. Nevertheless, I hope he ascertains some sense of peace impossible to salvage from scrapyards. I hope the wasps whisper silent still, I hope you sleep in hoary heather bed. I hope he never nears homeroom again.

You were good–to me, even when you th-thought I was a ghost.

tertinary-archive

... ... ... ... ... ...

[stalwart kindness, seeping through rotted ruins of a callous corpse. a sigh, chattered through heavy teeth, like the universe pressing itself out from real not real lungs. he swallows; goes through the motions but he doesn’t cry. an almost tangible idea clears it’s throat. it’s not a stutter. but it’s heard, anyways, an implication of abashedness rather than an impediment.]

That’s--that’s really something. That’s--wow. I’m. I...guess...thank you.

#Things like me can't stay for long. But I--I don't know.#I can feel the pull. I can leave whenever; be dream-sent. Hell-bound. Whatever I make it is what is.#Why am I still here?

I thought I'd seen you in the penumbra of tree trunks in the backroads, under the blackberry brambles but I'd thought it a premature night terror--I wrote your eulogy.

To be honest, I was avoiding you. Deer trip me up--you can’t tell me a doe means ill will. I’m not used to you but I coveted some shade of normalcy. Read it to me. You got it memorized, or did you carve it into my bones?

I’m feeling up for food, but all the places around here are too cheap. Disgusting, grit-filled restaurants--god. Ew. No thanks.

#I hate it.#You'd think they'd offer Kibougamine kids more high-class restaurants.#4.5 stars--at least.

akiurami

no it’s not.

tertinary-archive

Yeah it is. Look at it, right there.

#That's nice. I didn't grow vines on my throat to be thrown out last minute.#I'm not garbage anymore.#Refrigerate after opening. Use within five weeks of crushing scorn popping off the lid.

aikyogen-blog

Get a fucking job, you freeloader.

tertinary-archive

I have one. She’s eight miles up the road but I can’t stomach the look on her face. Perfect; flawless. Less inclined to burn herself on pyres of falsehoods. I’m with her in corpse flesh. My job is to stink up everyone’s life.