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My stories

Number three

Slashed silver, tarnished grey the dullness covering the burning glow of guts, creatively cold, aloof. Lamp Hides under basin Inspirationaly starved...

Kursk

One hundred and eighteen submariners submerged the Kursk, sulks in hushed depths. Fatal, floating in the blood-flushed cold, drifting in utero...

Moribund Man

An old man's bathroom, the filth of ill. He was once great now crumbling like the towers from the hill. Until that day, your haggard, wise and...

Confession

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. Its been four years since my last confession, although in truth I have never truly confessed and am steeped in...

I fight

I fight cancer with some mouthwash; Cholesterol with butter, Brain death with television, Poverty in the gutter. I fight depression with street drugs,

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