Christmas Special (part one)
“'Ome?” Peter said. “Fucking 'ome? It's Christmas Eve!"
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The Beautiful Struggle
Go and bathe your deepest troubles in the ocean that an enormous, sinking sun has set ablaze; bury the mountain of your sorrows in a flowering field on the bluest and brightest of Summer days
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Walking On Steel
Life can be tuff and its rough on the road as a biker
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When The Night Comes
Song/ Poem about the need for love
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Gypsy Child
Song / Poem looking at a Gypsy lifestyle
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A wish to Linger.
I wish to linger. For a second. For an instant. I wish to exist for a moment more than I have.
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Just Go, Alright?
Just go? How? I can hardly take my eyes from her shivering shoulders. Yet, she expects me to leave just after something like this has happened.
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The Great Divide
There are those who hang up t-shirts on hangars, hooks all facing right when you look at them, after they iron them (or pull them out of the dryer five minutes before
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The Money Shot
Blake had to have revenge on Krystle. In all his years in the porn industry, he had never been humiliated during a scene. She had been giving him a blowjob and right before the money shot...
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The Elephant Salesman (Part 3)
"I'm ready to take that letter now, Charles," said Mr. Pickles. He gripped the quill pen with his trunk, lifted it out of its stand and dipped its nib into the inkwell. Dearest Veronica,
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