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FW_Murnau

FW_Murnau

if anyone is still praying on my downfall pls stop it worked

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FW_Murnau

FW_Murnau

if anyone is still praying on my downfall pls stop it worked

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Writings
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Followers
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what happens in chinatown

FW_Murnau

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Alejandro's eyes snapped open. He gasped desperate breaths. He was sprawled along the floor of some dark, dusty room. Slowly, he clutched the wall lifting himself back up. Jesus, what was that smell? A sharp clanging odor of burnt copper bars. Like ground-zero of a Wall-E implosion.


Alejandro scanned the area as he tried to gain his bearings. He blinked a couple of hard blinks. The lights were of...

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clocking in and hooting out

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From what I hear, everyone thinks owls are so freakin smart. Well, if that's true, why did I just try to unlock my burrowing hole with my work ID? Either everyone is wrong, or I'm the only dummy in this entire forest.


I'm a Regional Perch Allocation Analyst at Nestworks Solutions Firm. Basically I audit perch availability across regional forest branches and use the data to create the nest-to-bran...

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what happened to all the Lan parties?

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1 min read

I roamed the isles of empty cubicles, all setup with one of those cream-colored, boxy CRT PCs. Sunlight peaked through the blinds, lighting the dust in the air like a bunch of glitter. It was empty and quiet and liminal. It felt like I found a portal into the backrooms. I don't really know why I thought to come here of all places. I got a bunch of malware trying to download Minecraft mods back in ...

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maybe, clay pigeons

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Indigo skies darken on the empty pavement streets and swaths of lawn that decorate the lines of quiet homes. Michael sits on the curb sucking at his cigarette stick. Poofs of spirit smoke disappear in the air as he strums the occasional chord on his dusty guitar strings. Michael is 17 and looks like a malnourished bird mixed with Steve Urkel.

The local 14 year old weirdo, Ophelia, speeds down the ...

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