

Cliche Written in A Cliche. 1Cliche Written in A Cliche.
Its about nine pm, start of August. Its pissing it down outside. I got my not so rich client suit and matching tie on. A double-breasted black pinstripe suit to you. Theres a two-day shadow on my face and my pants smell like they wer


hipsters and ghost lovehipsters, ghost love, transitory spaceshipsters and ghost love
you imagined this scenario, this "not falling in love" thing, but it came to reality a little differently than you had planned. you're home in sacramento, a numb city laden with a familiar ennui, which insists upon you like a down blanket. there is a reason you left sacramento: when you ask a passing pedestrian what there is to do for fun around here, they say, "there's a park downtown where you can take a tour of the trees." "trees?" "yeah. about 90 different varieties. it's really enthralling." you scan th
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Tell James Marsters his new love interest is a cement block, he'll have chemistry with the cement block. We'd all ship S/CB, and when JM looked at the block just so, we'd post, "wow. CB looked hot tonight."
(I apologize for the delay, of course, but these last few weeks I haven't been able to make it online as much as before.)
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped us for. --Larry Niven
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