

The Next Day - 06I shake the thought off. Not really a thought anyways, her face has faded. Like someone has taken my memories and simply scratched them away but forgetting to finish with this one.The Next Day - 06
I hurry to my car and look around before getting in. 1978 Chevy pick-up; it's about the only thing I can trust these days. I start her up and gun it out of the lot, my destination waits patiently.
Before long I reach the park. Ignition off, parking brake on, I take for the trails. I shouldn't have to worry about anyone coming in because it's the middle of the day: one of the benefits of being a dead-beat with a 2 pm shift time. I look at m
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I use antlers in all of my decorating!
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Away for a while...
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creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes;
art is knowing which ones to keep.
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