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“Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout “Save us!”… and I’ll look down and whisper “No.”

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I had a talk with my dad tonight for a couple hours after drinking a few beers and playing some pool. It was personal, emotional, and in some ways overwhelming. I’m not a person to feed much into sharing emotions, but I’m not sure I could ever have such a personally important conversation again in my life. I got so many things off my chest, so many old wounds, and related in a way with my dad that I never thought I would. It was just something very meaningful to me to the point I have to say something. Since I don’t talk much of myself, I don’t think anyone would ever realize the importance this holds to me. But it does. So thanks for reading, it means a lot guys.

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“We call ourselves runners. We exist on the edge between the gloss and the reality. The mirror’s edge.”

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youngjusticer:

You got a little somethin’ there…

Pizza Time, by tricketitrick.

manchannel:

The Balvenie, Single Malt Scoth Whisky - Aged 40 years. 

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