Land of Stars and Echoes
Thread Topic: Land of Stars and Echoes
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why do people keep sitting next to me
haven't they figured out yet that I don't want company -
she moved closer why
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did she just
text me her address??
what is this??? -
oh for the love of god
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(groans loudly)
this old man needs to stop talking
he never shuts the f--- up
he's a condescending dick and he's talking over my music -
it's usually funny but today I just don't have the patience for him
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????
she wants me to send a birthday present to her address in a couple days
I'm
not sure what's going on with this girl -
I wish these people understood that my being nice to them doesn't make them s--- to me
I'm so tired of playing along with this f---ery
it's consuming my time, patience, and finances -
fruit is explaining why she wants to be a child psychiatrist as opposed to dealing with adults
(her reasoning being that adults are more capable of murdering you and if you have like 400 patients a year, all having some sort of problem that led them to seeking professional help, there's a huge chance one of them will want to murder you)
she's citing the movie "What About Bob?" as an example
"bob found that guy
and bob didn't want to hurt anyone but what if he did?
he could have killed that guy and his whole family
but also that guy had a lot of houses
and I want a lot of houses" -
"but also what if a kid was really being haunted by demons or something and was like HAVE IT and I got it"
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fruit is one of my favorite people she's hilarious
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I've got a way
of finding out what you said,
but I want to hear it from the butchers mouth.
I've got a way
of freaking out all your friends when I'm talking out loud.
But it ends me when I can tell that I've become the person
I can't take, that I hate,
a person so much like you.
I've got a way.
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth.
I've got a way.
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself.
You're a broken record repeating these vanities.
Over and over again.
You find your words and made them work for you,
and trust me, people will drink them in.
The absence of a witness, no one to see this.
Hid your affection for self-obsession and the greed.
But now it's back to your,
back to your knees.
I've got a way.
Your jealous eyes, with reckless pride, feasting on the wealth.
I've got a way.
This little click, brick by brick, has turned upon itself.
You're a broken record repeating these vanities.
Over and over, the same old story.
Throw yourself a pity party,
pulling each and every heart string.
We brought you here.
We brought you here.
And no one will come to your defense.
Let's break that smile right off your face.
Taking time to save the place
where names are of no use
and ridiculous answers will find their sleep,
and you will find your sleep too. -
now she wants to own a bakery
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(hums quietly)
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