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flan boobie

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post the run one please!

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>>17018480
someone please tell me why she's riding this bike and not my cock

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I love you flan!

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XI. The Average

His peasant parents killed themselves with toil
To let their darling leave a stingy soil
For any of those fine professions which
Encourage shallow breathing, and grow rich.

The pressure of their fond ambition made
Their shy and country-loving child afraid
No sensible career was good enough,
Only a hero could deserve such love.

So here he was without maps or supplies,
A hundred miles from any decent town;
The desert glared into his blood-shot eyes,
The silence roared displeasure:
looking down,
He saw the shadow of an Average Man
Attempting the exceptional, and ran.

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where are (you) at 2am is ruined anon

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>>17018503
I think he and the anti die die guy are the same person, they always post relatively close together and were both absent the past couple days or so

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F L A N C H A N S U G O I

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>>17018503
>Not The Next Flaneration
2am is being ruined.

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>>17018513
Do not die die the Remi.

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Howdy, motherfucker. Our paths hath cross yet again.

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Do not hack hack the Remi.

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Do not dye dye the Remi.

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hi there, i can t really remember where i stoped in my story, i meant to write how i thru remi off a balcony from the 3rd floor, i wouldn t know the exact reasons why i did that this is why I told you about the vampire, so many things pissed me off that night, I was growing more and more nasty you know, the priest later told me I had this great plant that had grown in my chest, he said I lacked oxygene because the plant was taking all the space in my lungs, like it had become more and more difficult for me to breathe, he gave me this book to read too I remember the end, three little mice that march into a cat's mouth, holly fun that book i wonder if you d help me tell me what s the title, and who wrote it, I read 100 times the suicide of the little mouse, but i skipped most passages, I hate romances on TV anyway, i m a natural born hater, my aunt called me evil many times, only the priest made it sound all different telling me of the plant, the girl in the book had a waterlily inside her, I m not sure why hers had started growing, from all I know she committed no sin, the alien in my body was definitely put there for purposes of equity, I thought about the plant, my friend agreed I deserved it, now i m drifting away I meant to write how i thru remi from that building, later I drove her against a tree and cut open her veins but I m not so proud about those die dies, they suck, I never reached the state of bliss and happiness of flying down that vampire, the moment before she was choking with disgust, hate was like a poison in both of our bodies, I talked to a philosopher that night he was drunk and babbling in ancient greek, I heard him describe exactly how it felt inside me, I was gutted he knew about it, he called that a slave s moral, because it rises from resent, that guy was a professor of philosophy but he was drunk all over, and telling things he d never say normally, how humans are not equal, how they will be rewarded according to the inside of their brains, and some of them were slaves and others were masters, and the homicidal bitch I said, who comes down in every kitchen to determine who will serve and who will eat, I said that like I d been thinking about it, but i was quoting a poet i d heard before, I was only firing some guns at his face for the fun, but i knew he was right in was he said, it all depends on the quantity of resent, how much you ve born with, how much you grow over the years, how much circulates in your fluids, resent makes you despicable, i agreed as a matter of fact I could not contradict him, resent is the lowest emotion, and ugly too and despicable I know, they later called it a "plant", the priest told my mother, like I was human after all

i felt like flying, I swear I felt genuine happiness, that s why i never talk about it, noone would understand it was more than relief I swear the pain had no more importance I was cured and purified, all the hate and anger and resent inside me, and most of all DISGUST no longer ached, the fall lasted no more than 10 seconds, DIE DIE HURTS PEOPLE, SEE THAT BRUISE ON MY REMI IT HURTS AS MUCH AS MOSQUITO BITES AT LEAST

NOW I LOST MY POINT I M SORRY

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Ｆｌａｎ－ｃｈａｎ　 ｓｕｇｏｉ！
Ｆｌａｎ－ｃｈａｎ　 ｓｕｇｏｉ！
Ｆｌａｎ－ｃｈａｎ　 ｓｕｇｏｉ！

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Why is Remi happy and Flan angry?

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VII. The Second Temptation

His library annoyed him with its look
Of calm belief in being really there;
He threw away a rival's boring book,
And clattered panting up the spiral stair.

Swaying upon the parapet he cried:
"O Uncreated Nothing, set me free,
Now let Thy perfect be identified,
Unending passion of the Night, with Thee."

And his long-suffering flesh, that all the time
Had felt the simple cravings of the stone
And hoped to be rewarded for her climb,

Took it to be a promise when he spoke
That now at last she would be left alone,
And plunged into the college quad, and broke.

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Flan is in her 2AM. All's right with the world.

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I love Flan!

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VIII. The Third Temptation

He watched with all his organs of concern
How princes walk, what wives and children say,
Re-opened old graves in his heart to learn
What laws the dead had died to disobey,

And came reluctantly to his conclusion:
"All the arm-chair philosophies are false;
To love another adds to the confusion;
The song of mercy is the Devil's Waltz."

All that he put his hand to prospered so
That soon he was the very King of creatures,
Yet, in an autumn nightmare trembled, for,

Approaching down a ruined corridor,
Strode someone with his own distorted features
Who wept, and grew enormous, and cried Woe.

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What the FUCK, meido. Do your fucking job!

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I CAN'T HOLD ON FOR MUCH LONGER, MEIDO.