| kablam |


do you like polka?do you like polka?
he giggled.
his giggles turned into laughs turned into sobs turned into screams.
his fists clenched and slammed into the metal tins of oils surrounding him in the warehouse at the docks.
it was a cold night.
but his dark blue overalls kept him warm. warm enough to make him want to kill someone.
blonde wisps of hair fell over his eyes as he tried to collect him thoughts.
kill, kill, BOSS, kill, boss, kill boss? NO, kiss, kill, KISSboss
he gripped his head and reached back into his tool kit, pulling out his over-sized wrench. he clenched it


swallow me down ...swallow me down ...
"let me the fuck go, you stupid dick!" she snapped angrily, turning around and slapping him across the face.
"don't hit me, bitch." he yelled angrily and pushed her, watching as she crashed back into the wall behind her, knocking down a few photo frames.
she scowled and punched at his chest "you're so annoying, you fucking asshole. player! whore!" she shrieked and kicked his shin.
he scowled and grabbed her wrists, pulling them away "speak for yourself!" he barked, his eyes narrowed.
her mouth dropped.
his scowl became a smirk.
their lips clashed. &nbs


luckylucky
"you'll never catch us alive!" "never!"
"haah... we got away, isaac!" giggled the blonde girl, wrapping her arms around the man's neck and jumped up and down.
"yes we did, miria!" grinned the brunette man, ruffling miria's hair and holding up the torn and empty bag.
the two stared at it for several seconds before bursting into a fit of screams and cries. "oh no! everything fell out! everything fell out!" they screamed, wrapping their arms around each other and squeezing.
"this is horrible, miria!" "absolutely horrible, isaac!"
they both ran out into the stree
| kablam |

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After searching far and wide, the truth be told the person you least expect it.
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White hands. Soft Hands.
Carefully.
This Makes No Sense.
-Devil Wears Prada. Nickels Is Money Too.
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After searching far and wide, the truth be told the person you least expect it.
--
White hands. Soft Hands.
Carefully.
This Makes No Sense.
-Devil Wears Prada. Nickels Is Money Too.
You got a Dev. Art!
-squeeeeeee-
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White hands. Soft Hands.
Carefully.
This Makes No Sense.
-Devil Wears Prada. Nickels Is Money Too.
You have a pretty cool gallery!
kudossss.
Take a look at some of my recent photography. ''3
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White hands. Soft Hands.
Carefully.
This Makes No Sense.
-Devil Wears Prada. Nickels Is Money Too.
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