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Antlers on His Head.

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by Brendan Hamilton

edge0fthew0rld:

I am writing this post from the edge of the world. I have no one I can actually talk to. Fuxking hate my stepdad alcoholic selfish fat cunt euaveisgshwba. Wouldn’t let me run in the woods today. Fuckin yellin about nothing at alll just wanted to give me shit just for the fuck of it. Stuck here now. Feel like a wolf in a cage or a heavy chunk of surplus flesh thats been fed to one. And where are you? Any of you? Someone plz comment. Bored as hell here. Alone, alone, alone.

 

Comments (5)

b3ccainh311: hahaha i hear that shit. my dad’s a bitch. smash or pass plz

mynameisn0trufus: fag

ihateevery1: post a new topless pic

p0stb0redom: Go out anyway. dare ya.

BobbyD: show me yer penis

 

edge0fthew0rld:

Alone no more. Snuck out anyway. Good advice p0stb0redom. Ran farther off the trail than I ever went in a direction I never gone. Off into the thick fog. Ran and ran and ran out of steam and decided to sit down on a fallen tree trunk and post from my phone. Mad lost. Don’t matter. No one to give me shit out here. Just birds. Wait. Don’t even hear them. Weird.

 

Comments (1)

BobbyD: penis pic plz

 

edge0fthew0rld:

Here’s a new shirtless pic. Me, alone in the woods. Pants still on, lol sorry folks. Post a ♥ if you would do me. Bored.

 

edge0fthew0rld:

Holy shit―you won’t believe this but there’s a dude just standing out there watching me. Antlers on his head. No joke. At 1st I thought he was a tree. He’s been standing there for like 10 min at least. Can’t get the camera app to work anymore. Can’t see his face in the fog buut it’s totally a person. With FUCKING ANTLERS. God of my heart? I’ve prayed for him, whispering his name into dandelion seeds, listening for his tongue among the creek stones, pressing bare skin against tree bark longing for the touch of his hand. Fuck. He’s actually wallkin over here. I am ready. And I am so not ready. FML WHY AM I STILL BLOGGING??//???/?.mhjlg;lgj

 

Comments (3)

ihateevery1: ♥

BobbyD: ♥

no1wasmissing: nice bod. good luck with the devil.

 

(excerpted from Brendan Hamilton’s unpublished novel, Gabriel’s Antlers)

 

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