You die in your sleep. Mid dream. Write a poem or short story where your entrance to the afterlife is dreamlike. Do not use the words dream, dead, cloud, or cold. You MUST use nuts, cargo, lightness, and pill. Call on the Black Lagoon, if you must. Due June 26th. Fool… nuts… Listening to: Famous …
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In My Own Arms is the reason for the season
the worst that can happen ain’t death, debt, and taxes i tell you it’s getting raped and eaten by a bear foot appetizer claws and roar at yer back teeth splitting the pimples on your shoulder so i get up drink water at 2 17 in the morning high off the fight 5 hours ago …
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