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Your American friends once called you Björk. You told them that you were Swedish, but they didn't know the difference.\n\n[[What assholes.|Citrus]]
This tea contains all of the nutrients that wire your brain. You are invisible you think. This green tea is the spinach and you are Popeye. Every time you drink it the polyphenols kiss your [[heart.|Apply for Jobs]]
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You look up at your trophy, you're blood diamond, and find out he's the same American who called you Björk. You hear the drums of [[Human Behavior|The End]] as you chant your name.\n\n
Agatha had left a silver ring on the mantel of the [[fireplace.]] Abby's little steps no longer press onto the brown carpet. You are gathering all of the wood and [[burning it all.]]
A blueberry muffin with a cup of green tea. There is a coffee grain that sticks onto one of your two [[front teeth.|Realist]]You would never know this, until your smile reaches the corners of your face, where two craters are settled.
There is a little box inside of the fireplace. You called it a cage because it resembled a small portal into the netherworld. You once opened up the little door, with the poker in hand and found that there was nothing inside.\n\n[[Move along now.|carefree?]]
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You had forgotten it was between those heated brackets. Your coffee tastes like the flouride water from a bathroom sink. Although, you're not sure how that happened. And well, these are the omens of a [[bad day.|Pessimist]]
Everyone says it looks good on ya. It gives you an intellectual look. But you can't help but notice how you're starting to look just as odd as Agatha. Have you been swallowing that [[Calcium?|Realist]]
Choose your weapon of mass destruction.\n\n[[Machete]] \n\n[[Fireworks]] \n\n[[Fists]]\n\n\n
Your name is [[Björn]] and you're squeezing a grapefruit's juices into a [[glass.]]
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<h1>WHAT COULD BE ANY BETTER THAN THAT?!</h1>\n\n<<timedgoto "The End" 5s>>
You feel the bones crack from the force of your knuckles and watch as his eyes roll back, cracked cartilage expulsing throughout his brain. Each and every vein and gray matter pierced. [[He is a cold man.|The End]]\n
You met her in this very club, sought her out because you were fond of <<cyclinglink "fortune tellings" "tarot cards" "Wicca">> and other stuff you never took time to learn about, but the idea seemed interesting. You saw her top hat, the gray contact lenses she wore for a mystical aesthetic, and decided that she was the right fit. When she held your hand, the question she asked you was:\n\n[[What tragedy has befallen you?|Louisa]]
Swedish Dads
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There is a crick in your neck, a foreboding lull on the back of your tongue. Are you sure this story is complete? It feels inadequate, you think. There are specks of grime on your windshield and you feel an ennui that froths on the corner of your lips. \n\n<<timedgoto "The End" 15s>>
A restaurant with piss looking beer, thick fries, and a dissonant jazz that kicked the mood off into a sour lament. Takeshi's was opened during the 1920s, it lived on for decades and each owner held the same name. \n\n[[Interesting...|Louisa]]
So it's just as simple as this, you eat your [[breakfast]], then you drive your [[daughter]] to school. It's a bright and sunny day, there is nothing out there that will stop a father like you. After all, this is your paid leave, [[every hair on your head is silver.|fast.]] And you're only 28.
Tall and slender, with blond tresses reminding you of a late summer afternoon. And her eyes, Heterochromia iridum, a honey hazel and a cocoa brown. [[You can spot her in any corner of the country.]]
If you crack a peanut shell and find another one, instead of an actual nut, then you better be concerned. You love to imagine how humans are much like peanuts. When you crack them, you find the truth, but there's always an odd shell out there, one with nothing more to say, a stagnant being with no regard to god's odes, it is empty, and that is [[distasteful.]]
The juice pours into the glass. There is a crack on the lip, someone is wishing you harm. You try to measure the ounces so your blood sugar doesn't rise. Which are you?\n\n[[An Optimist|Optimist]]\n\n[[A Realist|Realist]]\n\n[[A Pessimist|Pessimist]]\n
You buckle her seat belt, drive her to school, and drop her off. Now, you must fulfill these two tasks of survival that will keep that belly full:\n\n[[Grocery Shopping|The Grocery Store]]\n\n[[Apply for jobs|Apply for Jobs]]
You gulp down your cup of [[GJ]] with gusto. There is an alarm clock awakening all of the members of the nuclear house you [[bought.]]
You approach her and she holds your hand to tell you what's to come. \n\n[[A vengeful blood shed.]]\n\n
You hate to admit that "Love is Blind" can be your middle name. People say you sing too loud and the girl you like is bound to flee because you just can't help but praise too much. \n\n[[You're kind of dorkish and women find you adorkable.|bought.]]
With some pulp to add to the nutrients.\n\n[[Good for you.|Optimist]]
The ring does not have a single char on it. <<timedgoto "Louisa" 5s>>
Abby looks a lot like her mother, she prefers walks in the park and blueberry muffins. Her father offers a muffin and she breaks it in half with her little fingers. Her pigtails look like [[little clouds.|Realist]]
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<h1>Swedish Dads</h1>\n\n<h2>[[Start|Citrus]]</h2>
You take the train at midnight and remember how you rarely see Agatha. You wonder who is caring for Abby while she is gone. You imagine Abby with a wistful look in her eyes, wondering where her biological father has gone. <<cyclinglink "Fathers" "are" "fleeting.">> \n\n[[Make a show for a former lover]]
You give the man an uppercut to the lower cartilage of his nose. you feel the crunch of his tissue and warmth flowing out of [[him.]]
You burn your [[toast]] and you bite into a blueberry muffin to find that its innards are green and fuzzy. The orange juice is bitter, its way past its expiration date. Don't you wish to be [[carefree?]]
You punch him in the throat, he chokes on his surprise and bites his own tongue. You watch him bleed [[sentences.|truce]]
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You sock him in the nose and watch the blood stream down his blue shirt.\n\n[[Knock him in the eye?]]\n\n[[Punch him in the throat?]]\n\n[[Break his nose further.]]\n\n
Xian Xian
You listen to Agatha's calls for a truce, The man is smiling the whole time you are pummeling him. [[He never dies.|The End]]\n
But lately the market has been dry so you feel your fingers tremble a bit at the keyboard. At least [[Agatha]] is by your side.
You punch him in the eye and watch a vein burst and leak death into the blue of his [[iris.|truce]]