Cherrypicked stories

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Love needs an object 07_02_09

Love needs an object. It was love at first sight. Not only did I know, in that deep knowing that’s nothing to do with knowledge, it was as if it was already a fait acompli. Journey’s End.
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The Man Next Door

Strange thing - that sixth sense of ours.
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the girl with hands like an alien zygote

There is a girl I know, local girl, with hands like an alien zygote.
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It Gets Us All In The End

This weeks IP Xanthic= yellowish in the OED Editied slightly 8/2/09
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Lonely Hearts ad for a knife

I am not just forkless but alone
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Alphabet of Ending Love (Inspiration Point)

The end was hard. Very hard. Extremely hard. Does it work?
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UntilThe Sea Subsides

Until The Sea Subsides
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The Antropong Tree

In the Autumn the Mumbling Mushooms Those Mycelium Prophets of Doom Whisper ambiguous mutterings About crises and troubles what loom
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The Waif and the Ferryman

'Bad boy!' Thomas shouted, leaving the bull and rushing across the deck to stop the donkey from eating Mary's flowers.
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Marsten

"A rose?" he said. "Hmm, how odd..."
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A Twisted Tale

Funny fairytale frolics, inspired by Bradene's 'Twisted' and the snow!!!
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She Who Has Dominion Over Serpents

Erotic play on the dual nature of the Virgin: a tragedy.
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Mellow

epub 04
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A Weather Stripped Mountain and Caves under Trees. A Confounded Letter.

A whole experience for me, to me, explained in my sickness and the lies of those who said, illness suits you.
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The best f**** team in the world

There are winners and losers in all walks, but only one team can be the best!
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Birds, Bees and Butteflies

IPOW: On googling 'Rebecca Hainsworth' I discovered that my namesake teaches creativity and problem solving through music to young childrem in Salt Lake City.
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Tuesday Sonnet: The Wisdom of the Old

I know not of the wisdom of the old. I do not even know who called it that: Perhaps an old man, mumbling where he sat – Which means it’s vanity. Or was it told
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Anonymous Artists

And here on Oostende’s pallid beach They drew a circle in the sand With one word all could understand A sign within a doubter’s reach They came from Lille and Rome and all

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