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Nothing But CowardsSick fucks who hide behind socks and masks are nothing but cowards.
Chicken shits who invade others privacy through hacking are nothing cowards.
Bastards who use their tech savvy to interfere and undermine the personal relationships of others are lower than trolls and nothing but cowards.
Insecure pukes who deflect responsibility for their actions onto those whose lives they've encroached upon are nothing but cowards.
Cumstains who use their money or position to manipulate appearances and cause problems for the unsuspecting, because they can, are nothing but cowards.
Fucking pieces of shit who create undo hardships on others for their ow
The Time for WordsThe time for words is no more
I'm bored with you cowards and your whore
Some of you I once defended, considered as friends
But you used all I gave to meet your own ends
I act not in anger or out of spite
But to show you the peace of the last goodnight
I've tolerated your invasions, bore the brunt of your jokes
All the while knowing who you are, playing along with the hoax
Pray to the gods, whichever ones you serve
Beg them for anything that may give you nerve
Grovel for their strength, your miserable lives to save
Repent of your sins and change the ways you behave
None of that will matter for your debt's come due
You'll know the
Every Angel Deserves a Child"I can't feel the unfurling of my wings, Daddy."
I was not her father. I had entered her life when she was two years old, and she called me Daddy since she never knew her real father. Her mother's death two years ago made me the sole, living parent of an eleven-year-old, and I never felt like I was the right person for the job.
"What do you mean, Asrin?"
"Mom always said that when puberty started I would be the swan that emerged from the ugly duckling. She said I would be able to fly gracefully towards my dreams. But, I don't feel it."
As much of a woman as she was becoming, she was still a child. I wanted to answer her question, but I really had a hard time discussing her blossoming womanhood in the middle of a laundromat. Her pretty eyes were pleading with me, but I told her we'd talk later.
Janet had told Asrin a lot of things before she succumbed to the cancer. The last week or so of Janet's life were morphine-induced fantasy, I think.
Janet and I had met during c
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More