Lost and Found - Chapter 2The stairs were more rebellious than usual, trying their best to pull a fast one and change order under my feet. Still, I managed to make it to the ground floor without busting my ass -- sometimes, life grants small mercies. Waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs was my loyal friend, the door to the bar. Unlike the wiseass stairs and my traitorous room, the door gave me no trouble, as all I had to do to get it open was give it a shove. On the other side of the door… I had problems. “D’you see what the fuck happens the one night you decide to chase some tail?!“ Big, hairy, sweaty, sweary father fLost and Found - Chapter 2
Lost and Found - Chapter 1 I never knew that my carpet looked like a tiny forest of spiraly trees, or that it felt like something you‘d use to scrub a pan. Not that I make a habit of pressing my face to the rug, but when it’s the first thing you see after you open your eyes, you start to notice the little things. Then the big things, like the throbbing pain in the back of your head. That feeling comes with the realization that 1: You’re staring at your floor, and 2: You weren’t even in your room the last time you checked. Or at least, that’s how I handled it. An alcoholic might tell me differently, seeiLost and Found - Chapter 1
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I have fought the denizens of hell and lived to tell the tale. NOW, FEAR ME!
Remember, Remember
The Fifth of November
The Gunpowder, Treason and Plot
I know of no Reason why the gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
-V for Vendetta
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Donde voy van detrás de mí pasos amargos.. donde canto la envidia maldice, ríe y roe.
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Viddy well, little brother, viddy well...
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