/lit/ - Literature

>>3701727
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>>3644287
Asylum-bound linoleum nailmarked by the likes of W. Ryder being dragged of to more intercranial shocks, the scarface red of the smudgy chairs floating out of place, fat people wear running shoes to comfortably stand still. No stockmarket for the Asians today, just puzzlement at post-confusian attempts at droll. The temporary neighbore's harline creeps towards the spine, no fun now, just garlicky residue in starched shirt collars without a wife to make it right. The red led glow incomprehensibly to daylight eyes, a man taps his feet impatiently on the strap of his bag — never saw a terrorist in shorts before.