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His laugh was loud and hearty; it rippled around those lucky enough to be invited to sit around the circular oak table. Jessiah, the host, spread his...

Not Dr. Evil, not Evel Knievel, but EVIL.

Of all my sunset-scrawlings, This is the most meaningless, As the water passes beneath me, I wonder what it would be like if I were a fish. I wouldn'...

To a friend, I finally found how to put it.

Inspired by time I've spent with people with severe Autistic Spectrum Disorders

A streamofconsciousness poem

confusion, lost...

For twenty-one years Caroline Phillips had always believed her son was still alive. She had never given up hope and neither had she ever considered a possibility of giving up on her son. She guessed that was what really kept her going.

Old age Vanity Loss Death Lo/ve Suicide Fox-hunting the Wars Incompetent leaders Shit like this Broken hearts The consumption of the last Picked...