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Forgive me if I'm intruding- Forgive me if I'm intruding-Forgive me if I'm intruding- by =DaSlenderman
No, no.. never... a guest is always welcome in my home.
Your home is in an alley, you know.
I... Know. It's the only place that's-
-safe from the flames, I know.
I have no where else to go.
You can come with me.
But you're just a voice in the darkness.
A helping hand in the darkness.
I can't even see your face.
My face is but a mask. And as is yours.
...You're right, I guess a face isn't that important.
Come with me. I'll take you away from the flames. From the pain.
You won't have to live this way any longer. You.. will be free.
Free?
Free.
Smashing. I want to listen to your chordsSmashing. by =DaSlenderman
strumming to the passionate beat of my heart
piercing my eyes, my ears
serenading me to sleep through bullets
I crash into bed, bloody and beaten
bait for your vampire breath,
succulent in the nightmare streetlight
but me-
I'm just a piece of your game
thrown into the flames of your fury
you're cold
you're in rage
you've just been released from your habitat, a prison
and you're attacking me
I wake up in the morning,
having been feeling up a song under the covers.
Police Stop a Man Can I tell you a story?Police Stop a Man by =DaSlenderman
A man tried to shoot himself on the fifth floor of the fifth building on the fifth block from Fifth Street at five P.M.
The police stopped him, and he's now in holding.
Five years ago, he met someone and he got them... well, let's just say they never forgave him. He couldn't forgive himself.
It was a love story.
Can I tell you a story?
It's within the last story.
A woman fell in love five years ago. Her friends approved but one. She never found out why. The man broke her heart. She never forgave him, he never forgave himself.
She read a story in the news that day, the fifth of May. A man tried to shoot himsel
The Magpies One for sorrow, two for joy,The Magpies by =DaSlenderman
three for a girl, four for a boy,
five for silver, six for gold,
seven...
for all of our stories
to be retold.
She would lay quiet beneath those sheets of dirt and rock, as she had under sheets of satin and silk. I remember us, our love, when I would have been allowed to lie with her and cure her of her fevers. She was my everything. I'd have given her my body, if I was allowed. Everything.
I am a disease.
When she wept, I flew to her side and swept her up. She was the dust to my broom. Her stillness those nights became quiet ponds, her tears rippling the ethereal night.
Stars reflected upon those eyes,
Alive I am alive.Alive by =DaSlenderman
I came from the universe,
out of the stars
and craters on moons,
out of the dirt and plants.
I stepped out of a supernova.
I am BLINDED by these artificial lights!
Where did my brothers and sisters go?
Where did my humble satelites float aimlessly to?
How did we go from the pulsing power of a quasar
to...
this?
I am alive.
I feel it all,
and I know it all,
and I know how it started,
how it will end,
everything from start to finish
I just haven't discovered it yet.
I am here, I am ALIVE! I am your burning star! I am your exploding asteroid! I am your extinction, your mourning, your sadness and pitiful whinings!
A Warm Welcome Welcome to the world of secrecy,A Warm Welcome by =DaSlenderman
where your deepest desires can be fufilled!
Welcome to my show, OUR show, the show to end all shows!
Here you'll find a laugh,
find a love,
and even find magic.
Magic isn't just for kiddies anymore,
my friends,
because it lingers still in the world.
You can't see it, though.
You feel it.
You capture it
in moments of a word,
a shallow gasp,
a smile wild as the wind,
in an ethereal kiss
or the touch of a hand.
In hushed whispers
and a quiet smirk
sparks nothing more than the most uplifting inspiration!
No, no,
you don't see it, not at all.
There are no tricks,
only words and emotions.
So
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Bartender Billy Bartender Billy looked into his reflection in the glass. Were his eyes really that big? He knew he couldn't really go off this warped image before him, but he always wondered. Was that another world in there? A parallel mirror universe where parallel Billy looked into the glass at the same time? He shook his head and tried to turn his attention back to the bargoer, a businessman of some sort, who was currently pouring his heart out to him. Damn, he hadn't been listening. "That's rough" was all that the bartender could say, as he assumed that the other man's spew of words was classified as depressing. He knew what would make him feel better, tBartender Billy by ~IncandescentInsanity
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Happy Birthday Sam! I hope it's going well today!
Stuck 
