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Grievances...Grievances Arent Conceived, Theyre EarnedGrievances...
Hes got stale bread in his pockets hes going to burn it all to the ground incarcerated and stamped on his grave hes building a new contrition made of pointed fingers and sticks and stones hes a saint and a sinner and a lover and a fighter I dont believe in God, he says, I dont believe in me. I dont believe in happily ever afters metallic structures or melting ice cream.
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Hallelujah, he says, words tied up that he cant compensate


CATARACTS: chapter XIm walking around the building aimlessly to think. I just... I just dont get it. As much as I hate to admit it... Spencer... is right. He can do whatever the hell he wants. Its none of my damn business. Why do I care? So he fucked someone. Hes fucked lots of people, I imagine... But its not fair. Hes my roommate. Hes... hes... touched me and kissed me before anybody else here... but hes never...CATARACTS: chapter X
What the hell am I thinking!? Theres no way Id ever-- but--
Aaaargh, I groan and hit my head on the wall. I pound a fist. Why the hell is this so c


CATARACTS chapter VIIIm wandering around, bored, ditching that stupid art therapy class (Ms. Carra is out to get me, I know it...) and some asshole runs into me in the halls. We both trip. Ugh, great. My face to the floor isnt exactly my idea of adventure.CATARACTS chapter VII
Watch where youre going, dumbass! I yell, shaking myself.
S-s-s-s-sorry... they stutter pathetically.
I open my eyes to look at the jackass. Bentz.
H-h-h-here... d-do you n-need h-help...? he asks and offers a hand.
I glare at him, craving to incinerate his hand with lasers that would shoot fro
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::The Dresden CodexI. The Prisoner::The Dresden Codex
Derailed and shackled, the prisoner speaks this verse: twould be marked on sands of time, withered winds and flames of wine; which would be painted in sunsets and cast in dawns and draped in silver afternoons? beyond the anthills and desert planes, through tumbling waters and galleon sailor strains in the sweat of his brow and the pulse of my heart in the connections of the planets when they align with the stars: maple ruses and autumn strings: washed away chords and the eagles wings; youve shook me, you shake me, you kicked
last chance to lose control
salted ring of night fatigue
the night eclipsed