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StoryDave The Sailor primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryD: The fourth bit primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryD'You Think That Captain Birdseye Is a Wanker&;#063; primate213 years 1 month ago
StoryCorgi primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryConkers primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryCold meat For Dinner primate313 years 1 month ago
StoryChasing the dragon primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryC: The third bit primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryButchers Of The Night primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryBlowfish primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryB: The second bit primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryB is for... Arse and Literature primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Anti-Christmas Rant primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryAardvark primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryA: The first bit primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryA brothel of sorts primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryA Foreign Tour primate013 years 1 month ago
CollectionMinutae primate013 years 1 month ago
CollectionUnordered Tales primate013 years 1 month ago
StoryX: The People In The Walls primate013 years 2 months ago
StoryWolf primate013 years 2 months ago
StoryUnspotted Leopard primate013 years 2 months ago
StoryWhoops! primate013 years 2 months ago
StoryVirginity primate013 years 2 months ago
StoryYour Girlfriend Is A Munter primate013 years 2 months ago

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Cherry

Heading Downstream

The real ending to The Wind In The Willows. They went out with their Dignitas intact...
Gold cherry

Twitter Is A Bunch Of Arse

Twitter is a bunch of arse A self-indulgent waste Of the time the good Lord gave us And a coffin-nail for taste It’s a way to boast and brag and crow About how you’re the best
Cherry

Dinner Is Always Gone Too Soon

Dinner is always gone too soon The plate too quickly cleared. Leaving worn ceramic patterns and a fat man’s lonely fears. In the darkened hours that lie ahead Before the next meal comes
Cherry

Cold meat For Dinner

Tiny paws upon my hands. Weave patterns on the backs. My palms against my stomach Where the skin is cold and slack. My buttocks on unyielding pine My pulse is long since gone.
Cherry

Conkers

A boy accidentally kills his brother with a conker

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