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Let them have it; it's theirs

 Beauty goes out of the world and it's only the beating of flesh that fills the air. It's only the moaning of some whore made good by the bank balance of a richer man. Let them bang on at it. Let the flesh smells rot the air. As for this withering part of the tree, As for me:  I will enjoy the last rays of the sun.  People are such a disappointment.
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Your writing prompts for the day

 A young live-at-home young loser breaks his phone before he has time to take the porn off. Describe his struggle with his parents not to sent the phone to the phone repair man. 

Two black workers in one of the tropical islands use a stepladder to cut some fronds down off a high palm tree with a chainsaw at a shmancy Air B&B accommodation.  The ladder slips and the chainsaw cuts a schmancy lady's dog in half (A ginger scottish terrior)

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