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Here you'll find the flotsam and jetsam from the collisions between my interests and the Internet, a bit of cosmic debris, and the small, crunchy bits that collect in the gutters of my mind. If you like what you find, you may also like the longer original works at Hidden City. On the other hand, if you are interested in the person behind this collection, you can find out more than you need to know here, or find my on seemingly numberless services as mkhall. And if you are the person who likes to do such things, you can leave me a message at 786/664-7070.
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November 2 at 6:57 AM
silversmith: nevver: Baby Blue I realize the “strange girls” referred to here are technically the lesbians in the fifties, but every time I see this image I’m reminded of one of the last conversations I had with my ex-fiance. He said: “Why can you just be NORMAL??!?!?” We broke up the next day. Because I can’t. I can’t be normal. THERE IS NO SUCH THING. I tried dating an allegedly normal girl once. Tears, man, it always ends in tears. What? No, not tears like “wah-wah-wah, gimme a hanky,” but tears, as in “She tried to tear my limbs off and and use them to beat me to death.”

silversmith:

nevver: Baby Blue

I realize the “strange girls” referred to here are technically the lesbians in the fifties, but every time I see this image I’m reminded of one of the last conversations I had with my ex-fiance. He said: “Why can you just be NORMAL??!?!?”

We broke up the next day.

Because I can’t. I can’t be normal. THERE IS NO SUCH THING.

I tried dating an allegedly normal girl once. Tears, man, it always ends in tears.

What? No, not tears like “wah-wah-wah, gimme a hanky,” but tears, as in “She tried to tear my limbs off and and use them to beat me to death.”