her silhouette faded through my frustration
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her silhouette faded through my frustration
Once again, the night is young.
I have a very small penis.
While reading other super-shorts and turning my thought processes to background tasks, the phrase, "The dead judge not the living," popped into my head.
For some reason it sounds very familiar to me, but various google searches (usually my first and always my last resort) resulted in squat.
The dead judge not the living.
If it's plagiarized, give me some info on it. If not, then that's my super-short.
**haha, just realized, that's not a really a story... oh well, I still want to know about it.
The dead judged not the living.
That's my story.
I recognize truths but prefer lies.
morning, bitter rain,
a welcome gun.
Today I'll be ready for tomorrow
Join the mad race! It's IN!
Tomorrow
another day
perhaps worth trying.
Yes Boss!..... Yes., boss..... ahh yes boss!
The grass keeps our shadow's secret.
The world is made of forms.
The sun is shining brightly outside!