| i like em. duh. |


smile baby. smile."...like this?" I say quietly, standing with my arms crossed over my chest in front of the big red screen. He chuckles softly behind me. Gently, he takes my hands and repositions them so one's near my shoulder and the other's over my stomach, resting on my hip. "One more thing," he says, kissing my ear. A moment later he's putting the cold, hard metal of his gun in my hand. He places my fingers around it carefully, like it's an art. Then, he slips his hands under mine, cradling them. "Smile," says my best friend from behind the camera, smiling herself. I feel my cheeks flush. Honestly, I forgot she was there. Thesmile baby. smile.
| i like em. duh. |
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Artistic talent is in all our hearts, but not all our hearts choose to accept them.
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I need a sig. XP
xxx
"When I start sounding teenage-girlish, that's the sweet stuff." ~Gerard Way.
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Artistic talent is in all our hearts, but not all our hearts choose to accept them.
--
I need a sig. XP
xxx
"When I start sounding teenage-girlish, that's the sweet stuff." ~Gerard Way.
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Artistic talent is in all our hearts, but not all our hearts choose to accept them.
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Woman man or modern monkey just another happy junkie
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I need a sig. XP
xxx
"When I start sounding teenage-girlish, that's the sweet stuff." ~Gerard Way.
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I need a sig. XP
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"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on"-
William S. Burroughs
*TheExquisiteCorpse
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