Hate you mistresss.... slash your pretty face.... free me mistresss....i am always waiting for you.....free me pretty mistresss.....

When the world ends, and i am the last one standing here, my only question will be: was it worth surviving? or should i have been the first one to die?

All day long they twist my words, they are plotting to harm me.

Don't go to Australia! There's killer goldfish!
-Susan

I\'ve got lemons, let me squeeze you.

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I sit amoungst my stacks of books.
My dreams wither and fade.
And at every moment I think; Will you come back to me?

Choosing friends are like picking flowers:

Roses = forever

Violets = I'll never lie to you

Forget me nots = i love you

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Black Roses = I bleed red

Black Violets = traitor

Black forget me nots = hatred

Before 2014, I was writing a comic with a mask-wearing supervillain named Pollution whose weapon was fumes or gas, the deadliest being sprays like Bird Flu. When Coronavirus reached UG in 2020, I started wondering if fiction is not blurry prophecy.