I watched a man in a suit walk beneath some trees as they shuddered in the autumn wind, dropping yellowed leaves on him like a pale, golden rain.
He never lifted his eyes off the cold granite sidewalk.
This is how you miss the magic all around you, people. LOOK. UP.
I watched a man in a suit walk beneath some trees as they shuddered in the autumn wind, dropping yellowed leaves on him like a pale, golden rain.
He never lifted his eyes off the cold granite sidewalk.
This is how you miss the magic all around you, people. LOOK. UP.
#probablynothaunted
#probablynothaunted
Brenna Gael : Why does that clown want to fight me?
Me: *dies laughing*
The clown in question:
Brenna Gael : Why does that clown want to fight me?
Me: *dies laughing*
The clown in question:
“Writing is easy. All you do is cross out all the wrong words.” – Mark Twain You’ve written an action-packed plot full of great twists. It’s got fascinating characters who grow and develop. You’ve maintained a consistent point of view, provided incredible…
“Writing is easy. All you do is cross out all the wrong words.” – Mark Twain You’ve written an action-packed plot full of great twists. It’s got fascinating characters who grow and develop. You’ve maintained a consistent point of view, provided incredible…
I finally got an attorney's travel authorization forms signed by ALL the parties and used my home scanner to send it to Finance.
I received an email telling me that "this doesn't look like the others and won't be accepted."
I finally got an attorney's travel authorization forms signed by ALL the parties and used my home scanner to send it to Finance.
I received an email telling me that "this doesn't look like the others and won't be accepted."
Had to come to the decision that this story was simply not going to work.
It's a weird feeling. Grief and Relief.
Now what the fuck do I do?
Had to come to the decision that this story was simply not going to work.
It's a weird feeling. Grief and Relief.
Now what the fuck do I do?
Then a voice roughened by a thousand cigarettes called in from the back of my head, "You're trying to put a tuxedo on a platypus."
Go home, Muse, you're drunk.
Then a voice roughened by a thousand cigarettes called in from the back of my head, "You're trying to put a tuxedo on a platypus."
Go home, Muse, you're drunk.
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