Vocabulary Exercises Chapter 1 Vocabulary Exercises in the Language of PassingVocabulary Exercises Chapter 1 by ~autisticartistic
Exercise 1: Shrinking and Burning
The first and last step to accepting death is to die. This is how man is built. A man can lie down with smile on his face staring his child down with eyes of warmth and gratitude, to a life well lived, to God, to the afterlife, to his friends, to his city, to his work, to his art, to his girlfriends, his brothers, his sisters, his second cousins, his third cousins, to his money, to his house, to everything.
Of course, the man is lying to himself; his heart and his brain and his nerves are all in a passive-aggressive state of anger and fear, they are sc
Untitled Chapter 2 The last thing he remembers is hating his life. If he could speak, if he could tell the doctor anything, the man would tell him the last thing he remembers is hating his life; sitting on the cold hard operating table with the bright lights beating into his skull all he can remember is hating his life if he could say a single word it would be Doc I think I might just hate my life.Untitled Chapter 2 by ~autisticartistic
It was a bright fluorescent morning the soft easy listening filled the air and, much like any other day, his face was covered in a thick shining sheet of boredom and apathy. He was dressed in nothing particularly interesting, his facial features were no different
Untitled Chapter 1 Today, he has made the decision to begin wearing shoes again. Standing barefoot and bare bodied in the remains of a broken down cabin at the bottom of the world, he feels the earth crawl in his skin the insects burrowing under his nails he feels the dirt mate with his battered face, his ratty beard unkempt and forgotten. See the little termites do away with whatever is left of the cabin's support columns, gaze at the man wall-less and soul-less in what once held a weekend-only lineage of unfiltered hatred.Untitled Chapter 1 by ~autisticartistic
He has made the decision to wear shoes, but he has forgotten where to start. He has forgotten the amendments of footwear, he has forgo
There Ain't No Santy Clause The opening horn section of Black Saint And The Sinner Lady accompanied by a heavy snowfall awakens ol' Kris Kringle from his 364 day slumber. Rising out of his dumpster like an overweight and worn out Dracula, he yawns just a little bit, brushes a can off of his left shoulder, and steps out of what you could call his bed.There Ain't No Santy Clause by ~autisticartistic
Wearing a red and white get-up more than likely stolen off the back of one o' them mall Santas, a beard not exactly white as snow but not exactly gray as sleeping rust, he sets himself down on the wet ground and walks to the end of the alley. Ringaringaringa comes the bell in the left hand o' Elf #1, his other hand hold
Conversation 1 I was standing stillConversation 1 by ~evenless
somewhere crowded
when I noticed a girl
standing still next to me
looking at me
I didn't know her so I ignored her
After a while she said
"You just don't get it, do you?"
Acting cool, I said
"What's to get?"
"Me" she answered
"I'm sorry, who are you again?"
"Exactly" she said and walked away
That was a couple of hours ago
I'm still standing here
Content 
Sta.sh
It has been a while since the Arty was last spotted...this is depressing.
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I keep screaming, but no sound makes it through, is it me or is it you?
I do not know, but I continue to grow despite, while I leave you behind....
GET ALIVE! WE MISS YOU AND YOUR WRITING AND YOU CAN TELL IM SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS IS ALL CAPS!
Yum.
Anyways, just want to say your writing has always been fun to read. :]
Though I would sell my kidneys to find out what 's going on in that head of yours. XDD
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"There was madness in any direction, at any hour"
- Hunter S. THompson
<3
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YA-HA!
Sorry Arty, I'll never do it again I promise
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YA-HA!
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GRATE ART IS
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