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>It was a dark and a stormy night.

(short story)

His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and The Dead.

>>8684973
", she said"

Thy plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; camphire, with spikenard

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I realized that I didn't make a mistake. I was made of mistakes. People are made of mistakes. This is what people are made of. Remember that people are made up of stars, our own celestial bodies, what comprises others incredibly out of reach yet twinkling in the distance, preconceived and premature, and yet we ourselves are made of the same cosmic dust-to-dust. Always remember, also, the universe was made by accident. And it all makes sense, because she is my sunbeam.

I stood up to find that there were two completely different looking pieces of poop sitting in the bowl. One was dark and rounded, the other long and bright brown. The shock and aww that came to me as i realized i had only eaten mac and cheese for the last 48 hours confused me. It was sort of a yin and yang, sitting in my shitter.

>>8684999
The Dead by Joyce

>>8684999
HMMMMM I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE HUH I WONDER WHAT IT COULD BE