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The Blue GiraffeShort story: The Blue GiraffeThe Blue Giraffe
I am tumbling down the street. I have just left my third bar this evening. I look at my old, rusty watch, but my eyes are too blunt. I guess it is about 11-something p.m. Tiny-Joe and Flappy are a few meters in front of me, smoking their expensive cigarettes. I can only afford cheap ones and everybody can smell it in my clothes and long hair and they do. I light a fag and take a hard draw. I can feel the hot smoke scratching the inside of my black lunges, and know that it will cause my death one lucky day. Tiny-Joe and Flappy have only got money for cigarettes of a better brand, because
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Art is what you make of it
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Ambivilent
I'll hug you, to punish you
I'll fuck you, to hurt you
I'll kiss you, to kill you
I hate you, because I love you
- me
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Art is what you make of it
--
Ambivilent
I'll hug you, to punish you
I'll fuck you, to hurt you
I'll kiss you, to kill you
I hate you, because I love you
- me
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Ambivilent
I'll hug you, to punish you
I'll fuck you, to hurt you
I'll kiss you, to kill you
I hate you, because I love you
- me
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...One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place....
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Ambivilent
I'll hug you, to punish you
I'll fuck you, to hurt you
I'll kiss you, to kill you
I hate you, because I love you
- me
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...One need not be a chamber to be haunted. One need not be a house. The brain has corridors surpassing material place....
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