

Provoking 'Him'The crumpled figure lay upon the bed, foetal position; knees to face. Droplets of tears splashed and scattered on to the wave-like surface of the duvet; quiet whimpers penetrating through his hand-smothered face. Slowly, he moved one hand away from his face, gently squeezing the starchy covers beneath him. Neglected; unwanted; desperate for comfort. Thoughts ran through his mind, his face was blank. Too long had he been spaced out, it seemed so much easier than to face reality. Dark thoughts ran through his mind, picturing, wishing, hoping they would happen, wanting never to awaken from this trance. The light was switched on, the door sProvoking 'Him'
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"Anything can fly with enough explosives."
"Waagh!!"
"Red paint job makes it go faster!"
Happy?
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"Anything can fly with enough explosives."
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"Chemistry: the study stuff, and how stuff reacts with other kindsa stuff."
~my chemistry teacher
p.s. -- check my gallery or your face will perish~[link]
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"Chemistry: the study stuff, and how stuff reacts with other kindsa stuff."
~my chemistry teacher
p.s. -- check my gallery or your face will perish~[link]
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"Chemistry: the study stuff, and how stuff reacts with other kindsa stuff."
~my chemistry teacher
p.s. -- check my gallery or your face will perish~[link]
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Quam Stultus Est!
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