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I walk this dusty path back and forth staring at the rows of trees i pass but never really paying attention to where im going or where i've been, its...

... to a land fit for sporting heroes

This is for my sister who inspired me to write this story.

Average joe, crying out

Whilst meandering through an art gallery, a patron of the arts finds himself thoroughly seduced by a rather depraved and mysterious woman, partaking of sublime pleasure(s)in the women's lavoratory of the aforementioned establishment:)

A funny little poem inspired by my sister.

I am someone, not the nothing that you think of me so obviously now

Insight to a killer's mind

I write. I write through love of doing so in every shape and form. I write to ease my path through my own emotional storm, I write to speak the words...