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StoryDave The Sailor primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryD: The fourth bit primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryD'You Think That Captain Birdseye Is a Wanker&;#063; primate27 years 1 month ago
StoryCorgi primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryConkers primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryCold meat For Dinner primate37 years 1 month ago
StoryChasing the dragon primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryC: The third bit primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryButchers Of The Night primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryBlowfish primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryB: The second bit primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryB is for... Arse and Literature primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryAn Anti-Christmas Rant primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryAardvark primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryA: The first bit primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryA brothel of sorts primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryA Foreign Tour primate07 years 1 month ago
CollectionMinutae primate07 years 1 month ago
CollectionUnordered Tales primate07 years 1 month ago
StoryX: The People In The Walls primate07 years 3 months ago
StoryWolf primate07 years 3 months ago
StoryUnspotted Leopard primate07 years 3 months ago
StoryWhoops! primate07 years 3 months ago
StoryVirginity primate07 years 3 months ago
StoryYour Girlfriend Is A Munter primate07 years 3 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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