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StoryAre These Thoughts His Or Mine? Oh Well, At The Very Least They Exist. pearsonj12303 years 10 months ago
StoryBrainmelt pearsonj12316 years 4 months ago
StoryUgly, Fat, and Diseased; or, I Don't Understand Myself, Let Alone What I Write About Me. pearsonj12306 years 5 months ago
StorySquash is in Season pearsonj12336 years 5 months ago
StoryHow Not to be a Hitman pearsonj12346 years 5 months ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. (Part 4) pearsonj12306 years 7 months ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. pearsonj12306 years 7 months ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. (Part 2) pearsonj12306 years 7 months ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. (Part 3) pearsonj12306 years 7 months ago
StoryHansel and Gretel: whose middle name was Millennial pearsonj12336 years 7 months ago
StoryEt tu, soror? pearsonj12346 years 8 months ago
StoryDecision making: who holds sway? pearsonj12306 years 10 months ago
StoryClipped pearsonj12306 years 10 months ago
CollectionFall From Grace pearsonj12306 years 10 months ago
StoryBedevilled pearsonj12306 years 10 months ago
StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Final part) pearsonj12316 years 10 months ago
StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Part 4) pearsonj12316 years 10 months ago
StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Part 3) pearsonj12316 years 10 months ago
StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Part 2) pearsonj12326 years 11 months ago
StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Part 1) pearsonj12346 years 11 months ago
CollectionYouth in Narrow Exile pearsonj12306 years 11 months ago
CollectionMiss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island pearsonj12306 years 11 months ago
StoryMiss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 2) pearsonj12306 years 11 months ago
StoryMiss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 1) pearsonj12306 years 11 months ago

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The grass is greener the air is cleaner your work is meaner your meals are leaner our minds are keener we have a nicer marina too many misdemeanours...

Are These Thoughts His Or Mine? Oh Well, At The Very Least They Exist.

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We, all of us, can rise from the murk. Except him, because he is dead - and he would not begrudge my tastelessness in that last.
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Ugly, Fat, and Diseased; or, I Don't Understand Myself, Let Alone What I Write About Me.

Nothing but truth here friends, comrades, lovers and fighters. I am ugly. I am fat. I am full of that stuff that clouds the blood and so the mind...

Squash is in Season

"Have a happy Halloween!" "Don't tell me how to live my life," I said. "Cheeky prick." He scuttled off back to his cheeky prick parents stood waiting...
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