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"He's just so dull," I thought to myself. Date night consisted of me, my girlfriend, her best friend, and her new boyfriend, all dining at an Olive Garden. The food, faux Italian and mediocre wine, was dull. The decor, stereotyped Italian decor reminiscent of the Italian peninsula vomiting into(more)
Just like you when you pretend to be something you're not.
When you take life too seriously.
The ironic thing is.
you become a joke.
Nothing's going on
Everyone's at work or school
Meanwhile, I stagnate
The bed is full of fleas.
My cats don't mind.

And I itch;
it's dreadful.
There isn't anything worse than a dull knife
there's a breed of leech that you're probably familiar with.

they look like you.

they look like you and are often mistaken for one of you. the difference is they want. they want and they want and they want and that's all they ever do. they li(more)
"You want to be a swordsman?" the man spoke with an accent, from some foreign country that Edwin couldn't even pronounce. His skin was as black as night, and in his hand, was a thin bladed rapier. He smiled, revealing a mouthful of beautiful white teeth.
"So, dull?" he asked.
She shrugged and tapped her cigarette on top of the side mirror. He frowned. It left a weird mark when she did that, and not that he didn't love her more than the car left a weird mark.
"It's not dull, though," she sighed(more)
we were trapped in a place so dull that the walls bled boredom,
that the windows opened up onto malaise,
that the hairs on the back of our necks were falling asleep.