Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
Certificate PG
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 13, 2012 - 09:19Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
Freshwater bay
Posted by alphadog1 on February 13, 2012 - 00:05for my mother who passed away suddenly and very tragically on the 28th of January, aged 67. God Knows my Dad sister and I will miss her so very much.
Shopping in Paris
Posted by requiemromance on February 12, 2012 - 16:45In any case one thing was for sure this was not the Paris of Sartre, Hemmingway, Miller or the Beat generation, this was a savage little pocket of hell that I could endure no longer.
Heart Shaped Kisses
Posted by skinner_jennifer on February 12, 2012 - 15:46Slowly beckoning
a wounded light...
working its way
down the corridors
of the make believe,
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 12, 2012 - 10:02
Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 12, 2012 - 10:00
Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
Jamie Jones
Posted by shyrewode on February 12, 2012 - 09:18On Saturday nights he really came alive. This was his night.
Things to Do
Posted by Silver Spun Sand on February 11, 2012 - 19:03
Change the sheets.
Feed the Cat...
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 11, 2012 - 09:23
Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 11, 2012 - 09:21Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
Lioness…
Posted by Mark Heathcote on February 11, 2012 - 00:18Hold him in your heart:
A poppy seed shaker…
A risk taker…
One - you’ll ride at a morning’s canter.
Till; you’re sure to be hearing, Mozart.
Hold him to your breast:
Arthur's Flood
Posted by frankle on February 10, 2012 - 23:14The forces of nature can sometimes have a profound affect on the most innocent of human relationships.
Love/Tragedy
True Friend
Posted by rbnp on February 10, 2012 - 19:57Tammy and I met at Starbucks on Levi Street one Sunday afternoon. When I accidentally bumped into her and I spilled my coffee on myself.
Open Spaces
Posted by scrapps on February 10, 2012 - 17:31
He made promises he could not keep, in the beginning he did not realize this; he went with the newness of everything.
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 10, 2012 - 09:57Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
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Posted by jcizod103 on February 10, 2012 - 09:55Serial following the lives of two truckers in the early 1970's
House of Mirrors - Chapter Five
Posted by steve_elliott04 on February 9, 2012 - 20:42...the house whispers of hidden memories and forgotten secrets...
Can the two unravel the mystery that haunts the House of Mirrors? And what lies behind the door on the third floor?
The Trip
Posted by TobiasBaughan on February 9, 2012 - 19:49It is easy to display a wound, the proud scars of combat. It is hard to show a pimple.
Leonard Cohen, The Favourite Game
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