Die Stimme, die schreit, kann nicht Ihr Herz haben
Trans: The Voice which walks cannot have your heart
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Chocolate Digestives and Everything: Part 1
Good evening everybody and welcome to the first of these Tuesday night newcomers meeting of Cocaine Anonymous in Stepney.
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A Pity You Didn't Johnny Appleseed
A pity you didn't Johnny Appleseed and scatter the products of your devotion to " the glamorous hell of love" they could spring up for the reading of the will with youthful juice
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Working The Fifth Step
An example of twisted AA humor
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Contra Natura
We don't all want to. We don't slaver and shiver at the prospect. I know you've been told by a thorough cross-section of media and mates that to offer it once is to snag us for life, as if
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- 750 reads
Content and Container
Plain fucking awful, this propless play. Such advances: anatomically correct plugs, cosmetically tested lube, booting spit or piss and fist or microphone and broom into space. And we lie here:
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A Damaged Piano
The Sinatra grin of a new baby grand, buffed with chamois, or kid and a kiss, the lid a freshly snown-on hillside, my fingers ski-ing on its gloss, that's it, and by God, nothing else.
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The Guinea Thief - Chapter 2 Part 2 - A Game of Chance
A boys future hangs on the roll of a dice.
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- 869 reads
A Love Story
Before I close my eyes I always wish that tomorrow would be a day so beautiful it is a perfect love story.
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- 802 reads
If Only You were Lonely
Rain has washed the trail ahead... If I say this phrase, what comes into your mind? You might think that right now, I'm staring on my window where the rain is washing the glass... No.
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- 731 reads