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Radioactive 3.sorry the last one was hard to understand ill try and make this one better but there's something wrong with my stash writer so it may not be perfect but ill try.
I stayed backed up into the sink just watching my self bleed not knowing what to do I was scared but the burning soon stopped so I was not feeling any pain I was just bleeding not feeling anything I was way to freaked out to even remember Austin was out side the door until his voice of fear pulled me out of my fear of this numb feeling "Matt what's going on is everything okay?" he spoke soon opening the door as I looked up with fear in my face to see his the same. Austin ran over to me grabbing a towel and soon putting it on my palm and then the other until the bleeding soon slowed and stopped. I just looked down at my feet knowing what Austin was thinking and going to ask "why?" he spoke soft I did not answer and just kept looking at my feet "I know that you cut but why would you do this to you
Radioactive 2.so I know your all like "omg why is she just now making this?" and yes I know I made Radioactive a LONG time ago but I read it again and thought I could go somewhere with this so im bringing it back " YA! " and I saw that some of you guys liked it so I thought I would give the ppl what they want. An ill also be putting other members of other bands in this not just Hollywood Undead. so um I hope you like it enjoy!
Its been a week since I got home and everything has went back to normal or at least as normal as it will get. I mean the guys just don't really know how to act on it really. I guess I would be the same if someone I knew was found in a lad with all sorts of weird tests being done on him too. I just got to stop thinking on it so much and move on but its a little hard when you still don't know what they did to you. "Matty wake up Jorel has breakfast ready" I hear Dylan yell at me from the other side of the closed bedroom door pul
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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