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StoryWhat you say and how you say it IsntLifeBrilliant17 years 7 months ago
StoryBeneath the surface IsntLifeBrilliant97 years 9 months ago
StoryIt shouldn't be this hard... IsntLifeBrilliant18 years 4 days ago
StoryRubik's cube (I.P.) IsntLifeBrilliant38 years 3 weeks ago
StoryOne foot in front of the other... IsntLifeBrilliant18 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPetty torments and pyrrhic victories III: Wurzel the wi-fi weasel and his desperately dirty dog... IsntLifeBrilliant08 years 4 weeks ago
StoryWhere does it go? IsntLifeBrilliant48 years 4 weeks ago
StoryCáfe Cold War IsntLifeBrilliant48 years 9 months ago
StoryAn idea on the premature death of ideas. IsntLifeBrilliant38 years 9 months ago
StoryHoles in the bag. IsntLifeBrilliant58 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Test Yume12541010 years 6 months ago
StoryCommute IsntLifeBrilliant110 years 9 months ago
StoryBreaking news IsntLifeBrilliant810 years 9 months ago
CollectionBlogs, journalistic musings and thickets of anger. IsntLifeBrilliant010 years 9 months ago
CollectionPoetry IsntLifeBrilliant010 years 9 months ago
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StoryI have this dream... IsntLifeBrilliant611 years 2 months ago
StoryIP - How did it come to this? IsntLifeBrilliant613 years 6 months ago
StorySelf control IsntLifeBrilliant713 years 6 months ago
StoryShopping (I.P.) IsntLifeBrilliant613 years 6 months ago
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My stories

Where does it go?

You know how they sweep ours up and take it away? Sure. How do you think they get rid of theirs? Well, just calling on my magnificent powers of...
Cherry

Cáfe Cold War

There’s a thing that happens in high-street coffee shops. There is this animal panic that flashes over people’s faces when they walk into a busy...

Holes in the bag.

Things in the water...
Cherry

An idea on the premature death of ideas.

Over the ramshackle doorway to the foetid domicile in which we, the meek, house our ideas you scrawl a red cross, as though charged with protecting a...

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