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May 25 2012

Pummeled For Pies By Prostitutes

About three o’clock yesterday afternoon a poor man who used to sell hot pies, &c, went into one of the infamous brothels in Dover-Street, to offer his pies for sale, when he was immediately surrounded by the wretches who inhabited it, his pies were soon picked up and devoured by them, they then hooted and laughed at him, setting him at defiance, and refusing to pay for his pies. They then struck him unmercifully with quart pots, a poker, &c, until he was quite senseless and left for dead, of which they only made sport for some time; but at length not recovering, the case became publicly known, and the poor man was carried home to his house, 14, Tower Street, facing Bethlem, but expired in a few minutes: a surgeon was sent for but could render no assistance. One woman, who is charged with the mortal blow, was secured and lodged in the watch-house.


~The Hereford Journal, September 1st, 1819
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April 28 2012

MitreSquareMurder
Listen. You know those days when you've got the mean reds?"
"Same as the blues?"
"No," she said slowly. "No, the blues are because you're getting fat or maybe it's been raining too long. You're sad, that's all. But the mean reds are horrible. You're afraid and you sweat like hell, but you don't know what you're afraid of. Except something bad is going to happen, only you don't know what it is. You've had that feeling?"
"Quite often. Some people call it angst."
"All right. Angst. But what do you do about it?"
"Well, a drink helps."
"I've tried that. I've tried aspirin, too. Rusty thinks I should smoke marijuana, and I did for a while, but it only makes me giggle.
— Breakfast At Tiffany's, Truman Capote
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November 29 2011

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i am broken
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We look for secrets
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I'm not strong enough
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It's getting harder to believe in anything...

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Darkness never really goes away, once you've seen it...
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Why can't anyone realize...?
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November 28 2011

MitreSquareMurder

Cold on the inside; in phases my lights die. Staring through ardent eyes; I love you, but I lied.
Cold on the inside; in faces a smile dies. Staring through ardent eyes; I loathe you, but I lied.
Cold on the inside; in me, the little child holds thoughts that I hide; dead though I seem alive.
But, "It should be okay," they said. "Just forget the pain," they said. Well, I could always lie. And yet the doctor said that I would be just fine. Yeah, the whitecoat said that I would live until I'm cold on the inside of me.
Yeah, they call me well, but I might live too long to die on the inside of me, 'cause I'm cold on the inside of me...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x6jaR9xTi2c

— HURT "Cold Inside"

November 22 2011

MitreSquareMurder
They had walked straight into a witch's house, pulled her doorknob off, and allowed their parrot to eat her gutter. Just for a moment they wished they were safely back in real life.
— The Pirates Mixed-Up Voyage by Margaret Mahy
Reposted bysiriusminervapurenathMitreSquareMurder
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I welcome this pain beating down on me. Is it your eyes that choose not to see? All I would do, if only you knew... All of my trust was given to you. Oh, please, this is what I can give - what else do you need from me? I might be sick, broken, torn to pieces, so whatever this is, this thing that now I've become, you hate it so much; you keep on running from it, no matter the distance, oh, no matter how far. I buried this hurt; concealed in this heart. Go lock up your doors. These cold steps will warm...
— Coheed & Cambria, "Far"
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