pretty noose { o p e n }

[hannibal aloysius jones]

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DRINK IT ALL AWAY. NUMB IT DOWN TO NONE
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STAY AWAKE TONIGHT AND WAIT FOR THE SUN
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Hannibal was in good spirits for once since his arrival in Lima but aisling always did that to him. What is aisling I hear you ask? Well aisling was pretty much just Hannibal wondering up and down the aisles in a large department store like venue looking at nothing in particular. The cheaper and the nastier the better. There was no real point to it and he could spend hours doing it. When he was aisling anything was of interest to him, even the different types of shampoos could catch his eye. On occasion he would have his own little mini movie montage where he would randomly try on clothing just for kicks or played with some of the toys or sporting equipment. Some people did yoga or went and spilled their guts to over paid shrinks, Hannibal went aisling.

Hannibal had been coming here around once a week since arriving in Lima. It was his sanctuary. The one place he went where he knew he could be alone. It was his and Hannibal liked that the most. Hannibal loved that the store almost looked sterile with all the big bright fluorescent lights and its white linoleum. Even in the dead of night it looked like it was bright daylight. This late at night the place was practically empty, only a few sad souls roamed around the store, Hannibal being one of them.

Hannibal found himself in the toy department, more specifically the Barbie aisle. He looked a little out of place, a six foot something guy looking at dolls. It was a sea of pink in front of him. It was kind of mind blowing the number of different kinds of Barbies there was. Some of them were frightening. He wouldn't let his sister play with any of them. There was one that Hannibal felt looked like Bondage Barbie. Who would buy that for their kid? Hannibal picked a box up from the shelf to get a closer look. Definitely bondage. A little laugh escaped his lips. Hannibal dumped the box back on the shelf. Time to move on. His next stop was the entertainment department. He gravitated towards the clearance dvds. It was therapeutic in a way to dig through a bin full of random mismatched dvds. It wasn’t because they were cheap it was more so because the best movies were the bad ones and the bad ones are always the ones that end up on clearance. With one hand in his pocket Hannibal began to move around the dvd cases with his free one.

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HANG MYSELF BY A ROPE OF WORDS WHETHER OR NOT IT HURTS
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hannibal jones is sporting this. those lyrics are by atmosphere and arid. hannibal is tagging anyone.
the count is over four hundred. anyway nothing else to add.
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