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Mr Wilson Can You Ring The Bell?

He’s got a Pistol Mr Wilson He’s gone and got himself a gun He’s gonna shoot somebody down sir I think it’s time for us to run. He’s walking up towards the school sir

Flat Roof Lament Opposite the Industrial Estate with Rain

I want to see through Ginsberg's eyes, Tattered prince of the lower East side,
Cherry

Is For Life: Chapter Six: Circus Freak

Chapter Six ‘When was the last time that we had sex, Shelly?’ he fired at her back. She stopped, turned and looked at him with tears tracking down her cheeks, but didn’t answer. ‘When was the last time that we actually succeeded in having full on, penetrative, go-until-the-end, sex? Oh, I don’t mean the last time we attempted anything resembling a love life. Do you remember that, Shelly? Do you? It was nearly two months ago so you might have forgotten. We’d just got all romantic, settled down to business and there he is, standing outside the locked door shouting, Shelly Fucking May, at the top of his fucking voice. Couldn’t ignore him, could you? Couldn’t block it out for five damned minutes and pretend to be a proper wife. No, first time, last time, every fucking time, Sammy has to come first. What about me, Shelly? What about me?’
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Mamma Bear

And so it was with Adrian the day was over and it was time to go home. Adrian would have gone home, but he did not have a home to go to.

I CRUSH YOU

I CRUSH YOU P.K.ROUTRAY Oh eyelash! I crush you, I crush your cruel creator too. You are so cruel, I was gazing at lovely beauty so well. You robbed me of it,

Tops!

A little known condition...wardrobe shrinkage or wardrobe fatigue!

I SALUTE YOU

I SALUTE YOU P.K.ROUTRAY Oh eyelash I salute you, I also salute your creator too. Much is spend, thought for eye and eyebrow, For your care not a penny anybody does throw.

Mr. Morpheus: The man of my dreams

I know what you’re bound to say when I tell you. You’ll probably smile sympathetically and say, “Well, Robert, everyone has peculiar dreams. They’re dreams after all”.

Morning After 8

"I want you to stop," Rachel said. "stop what?" "Stop fucking Julie." "I can't really have sex. I blackout." "Stop seeing her." "I'm sorry."
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The Sound and the Shoe (story)

Parked at the end of a trail, an old logger road. Camper reversed for later. Much easier to drive straight out. Checked fishing poles, water bottles and hats on.

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