

StrangerA man approached me in the alley. He wore a long brown trench-coat. It was closed and obscured most of his body. His hands were tucked into his pockets, leaving his arms hidden completely by the coat. Underneath he wore what appeared to be a suit, yet as I looked at it, something felt wrong about it. I couldn't place it before he caught me off-guard.Stranger
"I seem to be lost, do you have a light?" Normally, I'd figure someone would want directions instead of a light for his cigarette. Whatever, guy must have a screw loose in his head or something. I take a puff of my cig, letting the smoke fill my lungs, then exhale gently, savoring th


Wandering StarlingThis place was different. The plants had different colors here. He liked the blue ones the most. He always had a fondness for blue. He gently removed the strange flower from the soil, being careful to sever it's stem at a place where it could be easily reattached.Wandering Starling
It's texture felt like a mix of scaled skin and dead leaves. Half-rotting, yet still alive. It was a new feeling to him. He enjoyed it's texture, and took great time playing with it in his hands. He twirled, twisted, bent, and squeezed it with glee. It expelled a very sticky and bitter goo when he squeezed it tightly. He delighted in the stickiness of it, but was disple
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TU ERES POLLO FRITO!
A day without light is, like,....you know, night.
join our club! ~EPICselfh8ers
Warning: Upon return of Jesus Christ, this deviant account will be unmanned.
FYI, I AM A GIRL!!!!
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This is your face. This is your face. This is not your face.
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TU ERES POLLO FRITO!
A day without light is, like,....you know, night.
join our club! ~EPICselfh8ers
Warning: Upon return of Jesus Christ, this deviant account will be unmanned.
FYI, I AM A GIRL!!!!
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This is your face. This is your face. This is not your face.
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This is your face. This is your face. This is not your face.
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DING DONG.
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This is your face. This is your face. This is not your face.
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