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scribbles.: sanhi.

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The clack of her strict black boots delighting her with every step,. Enna circles her charge and puts on her game face. She’s not being paid to look pretty. er, menacing, after all. She pats her patient on the rump and lets her hand slide up the girl’s spine and close around her throat. lowering her gaze to match her charge’s, she squeezes. 8216;alright, my darling. game time is now over. playtime, however, is just beginning.’. Making sure he’s watching,. The customer’s eyes burn with desire.

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scribbles.: 04.11

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The clack of her strict black boots delighting her with every step,. Enna circles her charge and puts on her game face. She’s not being paid to look pretty. er, menacing, after all. She pats her patient on the rump and lets her hand slide up the girl’s spine and close around her throat. lowering her gaze to match her charge’s, she squeezes. 8216;alright, my darling. game time is now over. playtime, however, is just beginning.’. Making sure he’s watching,. The customer’s eyes burn with desire. The clean b...

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scribbles.: 02.13

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The first thing you have to understand is that there aren’t actually any bars. There never are on the things that really keep us caged. Sight, however, is an unreliable thing. The second thing is that being homeless doesn’t mean you don’t have a home. It just means you lost it somewhere along the line. The third thing involves rock collectors. Sorella still sees phantom metal cylinders on passing windows sometimes. She knows she doesn’t live in a basement anymore,. But shell-shock is weird. But Mildred i...

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scribbles.: takautumia.

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The first thing you have to understand is that there aren’t actually any bars. There never are on the things that really keep us caged. Sight, however, is an unreliable thing. The second thing is that being homeless doesn’t mean you don’t have a home. It just means you lost it somewhere along the line. The third thing involves rock collectors. Sorella still sees phantom metal cylinders on passing windows sometimes. She knows she doesn’t live in a basement anymore,. But shell-shock is weird. But Mildred i...

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scribbles.: sinoniem.

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Medicine is no exact science,. 8232;but Doctor Physician’s patients still always die.

. One would think the line between surgery and slice/dice would be less fine.

. It takes a steady hand to navigate amalgamous waters,. 8232;let alone the use of a scalpel.
. The doctor blames Giles de Tourettes for his difficulties in the OR,
. But a playwright would likely pinpoint motivation as the main concern;
. Sharp objects put into the hands of those with something to prove never bodes well,
. Not respond to it.

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scribbles.: 03.10

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The uncertainty is palpable; the confusion is tangible. It’s all drawn to a point, and now hangs on a zip line, mid-canyon. We won’t say that it’s waiting for rescue, but,. We’ll whisper that it’s waiting for rescue. Current status: in a holding pattern. She used to be a hammer. She used to be a piece of well-oiled machinery, accustomed to giving commands and seeing them obeyed. But these days, there’s no follow-through; no one hears when she shouts into the wind. Links to this post. Our paper blew away.

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scribbles.: 01.11

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Yvaine is collapsing beneath the weight of imploding galaxies. Celestial bodies don’t always dance; sometimes they stumble,. In the space of those faltered steps, there is a kind of painful silence -. The sort that descends when someone voices a question. No one knows the answer. The wrench is gone, or at least, she can’t feel its weight in her palms any longer. The stars have ceased to consult her before moving on or off their orbital patterns. A layman’s hands are his welfare,. Sigh, sigh, sigh.

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scribbles.: 01.13

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The sea is my church,. And i haven’t been to worship in almost six months. Haven’t been able. My legs can’t span the distance to the sand where i used to work out the knots that tend to grow in things, when you live;. They’re a little stuck, of late. In the lonely kind of concrete that goes on for miles but doesn’t pulse with use. Rather, cracks from salt and weather. Though your name, my holiest love, is still in all my passwords. I fell into this house the way one falls up wet wooden stairs -. And it&#...

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scribbles.: demeler.

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You already know lilith’s story. Everyone knows lilith’s story. Yet, somehow no one knows lilith’s story. Ladies and gentlemen: the problem. So she takes to weaving it from bits of tangled string unthreaded from swallows’ homes. With knitting needles newly found and freely flexed,. Sharpened to a point by reality and the doings of man and the prefix wo-. There’s much more to come,. But not much to be done. Cleaning the kitchen again while watching all the counts rise,. Offers a prayer to st. jude.