Purple Marker BleedsPurple Marker Bleeds By Hiatt WerlingPurple Marker Bleeds
On Friday, November 11, I woke up late. I sat at the kitchen table eating a bowl of flavorless cereal with marshmallows as the meteorologist on TV told me that it was raining in Baltimore. But I live in the Arizona desert, so the rain in Baltimore didn't affect me. I finished my cereal and, with my house keys in my hand, I was ready to leave and arrive at school late yet again, until I remembered that I had an art assignment due that day. Nothing specific, the teacher had just told us to create a piece of artwork, whatever we wanted. My time was very limited, so I grabbed a piece
Spearmint RhinoSpearmint Rhino By Hiatt WerlingSpearmint Rhino
"I've been drifting along in the same stale shoes, loose ends tying the noose in the back of my mind. If you thought that you were making your way to where the puzzles and pagans lay, I'll put it together. It's a strange invitation." --Beck, "Jack-Ass"
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So it had come to this. Christmas eve. 11:00 P.M.. And I, alone as always, was down to my last resort to escape my loneliness. I was going to a strip club.
I walked down 26th Street, and I arrived at my destination: "The Pink Elephant", the only strip joint near my house. I stood in
Mr. XMr. X By Hiatt WerlingMr. X
I walked into the office building behind my dad. He headed towards the office of his business associate and instructed me to sit on the couch in the lobby. I sat down and observed the minimal surroundings, most notably the huge, heaping bowl of pastel-colored after-dinner mints.
I was driving my dad to all his destinations that afternoon because I had just taken Driver’s Ed, and I was required to drive 50 supervised hours to get my license. The 50 hours was just a formality though, because I didn’t need any practice. I don’t know why, but I was an immaculate dr
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Why is it that suicide is so looked down upon? Why is it considered to be the quitter’s way out? Why are those who kill themselves considered failures? And for that matter, why is it always so sad? People always die, why does it matter if it’s in a car crash or if they kill themselves? The way I see it, suicide is just another path in life. Some become lawyers, some become homeless, some get married, some become artists, some kill themselves. They’re all equally valid life choices. Hi, my name is Jason Norwood, and I’m going to kill myself.
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That Thing
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~have-a-sum-pudding is the Celelly to my Rye Bread-san. True facts.
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Aw, fuck a headphone!
*gives cookie*
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.... i just forgot what i was about to write here!
My hair gives me the power to... DO SOMETHING! xD
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
I actually wrote an essay about Birdhouse In Your Soul for school.
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Aw, fuck a headphone!
It's probably my favourite song by them. Although I like Particle Man a lot as well. They're all great, really : D
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When there's nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.
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