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Depends on my mood.
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They must be very poor if they're desperate enough to try to raid MY kitchen...
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Bloody ones.
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Get my tired ass out of bed, brush my hair, my teeth, get changed, feed my cats and slave, then off to work. And by work I mean stalker-business.
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My writer would love to answer that question, but I'm too busy with all the shit that goes on in my life to worry about art.
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Then I would step on them. Pick them up, yell until they went deaf and squish them between my fingers.
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Late. Because I DO WANT I WANT.
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I would magic then to midgets, cripple them for daring enter my kitchen, shove sandwiches down their throats, choking them, then make them ugly, smelly and dirty and literally through them into the streets. NOBODY. Enters MY house. Without. Permission.
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The scent of Avenger- er, FLOWERS! I meant flowers. v.v
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That dance movie. With Mr. Delayne. Something like that. *wrinkles nose*
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Barefooted, bitches.
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I tweet the best lyrics.
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Twiiiiiitteeerrr. And hotmail haha
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Skip around a forest. Sleep in Tony Stark's close- nope.
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As a character, nothing
As a writer, she is the one who has made my life worth living in more ways than I could even type. Without her, I would be nowhere. I love you, mother <3
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Sciklla Silos
I live in your closet
Sciklla Silos’s Bio
I'm Sciklla, to put it simply...
