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A serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

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A serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's.

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A serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's

The Winged Witch 9/15

Sam stood quietly for a moment or two while he carefully thought out a sensible reply. He had rather a lot of new ideas to think about!

Largest Open Air Theater

Largest
Open Air Theater
In the World

gaining reason

down on their knees again
eyes squinted tight
hoping, wishing, hoping,
wishing…
“praying”
for something or other
that will specifically &
uniquely appear on their doorstep

circulation

the isolated
spiraling in a whirl of cabin fever
buried in the forest, in the hills,
out of sight & out of
what is said to be the mind of the
culturally present---
in hiding,

the lusterless god

buck up & admit it.

ANGEL IN THE CROWN

Angel in the crown

NEVER OVER REACH

Never confuse, without exception
Excellence with perfection

JUICY LUCY

Juicy Lucy
Game and goosey

Among Our Freinds

My most blessed family, I love you all! :)

Don't you forget about me 5

Did she really like me? Why would she like me though? I am not handsome and sporty like those boys who hung around her, basking in her light. I was cute though. Did she like cute?

Little Dharmapada

Little Dharmapada
P K Routray

The Sun temple at Konark is an epitome of art and sculpture,
It is located in Odisha’s sea shore.
The temple was meant to worship the God sun,

Stillness is not, acceptable!

Stillness is not, acceptable.
Like an incense burning candle
It needs a purple vicious night
It needs a vacuous,
Veracious, blowing breeze
It needs a lotus blushing
Pink and diamond white!

BUTTERFLY THOUGHTS

A writer's thirst for inspiration.

Cherry

Fishing

High sea's stakes.

The Problem

“Are you having an affair?” Terry’s husband asked her, when she started writing erotica. She denied it. She wasn’t having an affair.

within.. without... within .

Twilights gleaming amber kiss
leaves its ever fragrant mark,
and its heaving ready pulse
within my heavy throbbing heart.
For her gentle soothing lips
are slowly knocking at my door;

9

Regret for hitting a woman!

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