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Collected from never-finished sentence memes, feel free to adjust as necessary

“Something about the way she moves through the world does not lend itself to the care of fragile objects.”

“You’re a fucking aberration, sweetheart.”

“Don’t ever think you can know what I’ll do.”

“You are like a walking vault of things you don’t tell people. People who have secrets should pay you to hold on to them for them. You could be like a secret bank.”

“You think I’m going to let you burn in hell alone?”

“Sin is rarely without complication.”

“I have never been so mildly afraid in all my life.”

“What a tedious death that would have been.”

“Have you seen a short, sinister-looking chap scurrying by?”

“One can never have enough tea.”

“She’s engrossed in a frenzy of master baking.”

“She has the face of a squashed strawberry.”

“That’s a sizeable hole you’re digging.”

“That was not dilly-dallying. That was top professional investigative strolling you witnessed.”

“Your foraging never ceases to amaze.”

“It’s a good job I have deep pockets.”

“We’ve all murdered, ______. The trick is to be rich enough to get away with it.”

“The right beard makes an excellent personality subsitute.”

“Please keep the noise down. I’m of a very nervous disposition.”

“The fruit, like most things in the countryside, is bitter and untrustworthy.”

“Oh, if you hear any dreadful noises during the night, that will just be the rats. In the walls.”

“People deal with depression differently. Some sleep. Others write. Others suck food down their throat like garbage chutes.”

“Well, well. Look what the slavish devotion to sanctimonious bloodshed dragged in.”

“Shouldn’t you be diving back into your crypt and gnawing at bones by now?”

“And so the mighty warriors come to the end of their lengthy, needlessly complicated journey.”

“Look, I realise word of my amazing singing voice has spread everywhere, but I’m not interested.”

“Stop gawking. Move it!”

“I’m sorry, that’s not vague enough for me. Could you be a little less specific?”

this right here is an album ask meme about professional wrestling,  taken from lines of the mountain goats album beat the champ with some minor editing for sentence structure.  feel free to change any of the gendered language as you see fit.

i’ll die on the road someday

i try to remember what life was like long ago, but it’s gone, you know

i nearly drive his nose back into his brain–  all the cheap seats go insane

no one drives on the 60 this late 

i feel like the last person alive

i try to remember to write in the diary that my son gave me

dad fought many bloody battles, and he raised four sons

[name] could pop, like a live grenade

raised his boys in the way of the trade

but [name] meant the most to me

defender of the downtrodden, king of the hill

and i need justice in my life

i would pray nightly for their deaths

he was my hero back when i was a kid

you let me down but [name] never once did

i’ve been told it’s real sweet to grow old

gonna stick you in the eye with a foreign object

i personally will stab you in the eye with a foreign object

you learn to love this kind of atmosphere

if you can’t beat ‘em make 'em bleed like pigs

this is an eighteen-man steel cage free-for-all

you can’t protect yourself

i was so desperate to escape

that was when we were young and green

some things you will remember

some things stay sweet forever

animal gimmick pops real nice

they won’t see you, not until you want them to

kick and claw and scratch and bite

most of the boys won’t ever cross this line

if they all want to die dead broke that’s fine, that’s fine

everybody’s got their limits but nobody’s found mine

i can see the future, it’s a real dark place

i cling to my convictions even when i get hurt

but i tried the losing side

i don’t want to die in here

you found my breaking point congratulations

spend too much of my life now trying to play fair

throw my better self overboard, shoot at him when he comes up for air

i’m walking out of here in one piece

don’t care what comes after

something must be done

cry real tears when it’s over

all the best bleed

skin, bone, steel, stone

swim or drown

when the blade hits the bone, everybody hears it sing

shower room full of people, no one hears a goddamned thing

i was not there for rehearsal, i don’t need it any more

when i show up just in time to pop you can clear the goddamn floor

let him who thinks he knows no fear look well upon my face

nameless bodies in unremembered rooms

i know how a man becomes a beast when the wolfbane blooms

just some sniveling local babyface with an angle he can’t sell

nameless bodies in unremembered rooms

get lost inside my thoughts and nearly tear his face to shreds

the pure at heart go putrid when the wolfbane blooms

i’m trying to say goodbye, the only way i know how, crude and graceless

i’m seeing the real you just after midnight when it feels like it’s getting late

come to see me finally tear through the stitching at last

 you look almost relieved down there, like you’re free, like you can breathe now, like they’ve sawn off your cast

and by way of honoring the things we once both held dear

in a cast of thousands we were the real two 

any of my old friends who have no place to turn to they know to call me any time they come through