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According to my research, I always wanted this to be my school. But nooo.
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(via wshaikh)
THIS.
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AN EXCERPT FOR A NOIR TV SHOW THAT I HAVEN’T STARTED WRITING YET.
LOLA slowly takes off her glasses, sitting down on the rumpled covers of the cot.
LOLA
But Monseiur Svenson, will I ever see you again?SVENSON
I don’t know, Lola. But I’ll tell you something; this case might be the toughest son-of-a-bitch I’ve ever had to follow. I’ve seen drunk couples cavorting in places they shouldn’t be cavorting. I’ve witnessed the murder of hundreds of virginities. But I’ve never had to deal with the crime of giving a man… blue balls.Lola brings her hand to her mouth.
SVENSON
(turns sharply)
I don’t care though, Lola. I don’t care if this case gets me expelled from this campus and sent downtown, forced to live out of a cardboard box blowing hobos for blow. I’ll find the bitch who done my friend wrong. And I’ll make her pay.LOLA
You are so passionate, Monseiur Svenson. I like zat in a man.She embraces him. He smirks.
SVENSON
Call me… Bro.They ravish each other passionately for about ten minutes.
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Oh hey, it looks like it’s Embarrassing-Childhood-Photo Time!!!
I recognize no one in this picture except you. And the fact that this is Gregory Arms. And the fact that those are old mothaphuckin’ cars in the b-ground. What what.