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blankarmed:

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His hand slapped against the paper in emphasis. “It’ll be a woodstock of the eighties!”

Heather could only laugh, shaking her head in amusement as she rested her face in her hand. “ I didn’t peg you for the celebratory type. Are we gonna make this a week long event then? Banners and streamers? “

                                              We paint white roses red,

                                     each shade from a different person’s head,   

                                                   this dream, dream is a killer

                                           getting drunk with a blue caterpillar.

BOLD YOUR MUSE’S PREFERENCES!                         { food edition }

Cake or Ice cream?

Sweet  or  Spicy?

Potato Chips  or French Fries?

Seasoned or Bland?

Cookies  or  Brownies?

Salad  or  Pizza?

Turkey  or  Chicken?

Hamburger  or  Cheeseburger?

Sour or  Bitter?

Home cooked or  Takeout?

Hot  or  Cold?

Beef  or  Pork?

Chocolate  or White Chocolate?

Fruit  or Vegetables?

Soft  or  Hard Shell Tacos?

Tea or  Coffee?

Stuffing  or  Mashed Potatoes?

Cake  or  Pie?

BLANKARMED.

“What’s that game all the kids are playin’ these days, uh damsels and dragons?”

          ‘  DUNGEONS  and dragons !  ’  he seems more  offended  than angry,  but still figures the older kid is just trying to  make fun  of him.

@blankarmed

“J.D.?” She knew him from school. What he was doing on the back roads of Camp Caprice ( coincidentally her summer job ), God only knew. She was actually surprised someone had managed to find the old, barren tails behind  the camp. “Takin’ a walk, huh…?” The only reason why Kat bothered coming  out to these trails was to SMOKE. She pulled a rolled joint from behind her  ear and offered it towards her acquaintance. “Want a toke??”