Posts tagged room at the end of the world

These streets are haunted
With ghosts who wait on luck to come
They sleep with hornets
Then they wonder why
They wake up stung

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S: The thing is, the Benedict everyone sees is a little different to the Benedict we know[…] so the...

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The second time I almost burned down my apartment reheating a pork sandwich: a Philadelphia story

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“I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came,...”

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