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StoryDave The Sailor primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryD: The fourth bit primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryD'You Think That Captain Birdseye Is a Wanker&;#063; primate212 years 6 days ago
StoryCorgi primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryConkers primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryCold meat For Dinner primate312 years 6 days ago
StoryChasing the dragon primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryC: The third bit primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryButchers Of The Night primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryBlowfish primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryB: The second bit primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryB is for... Arse and Literature primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryAn Anti-Christmas Rant primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryAardvark primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryA: The first bit primate012 years 6 days ago
StoryA brothel of sorts primate012 years 1 week ago
StoryA Foreign Tour primate012 years 1 week ago
CollectionMinutae primate012 years 1 week ago
CollectionUnordered Tales primate012 years 1 week ago
StoryX: The People In The Walls primate012 years 1 month ago
StoryWolf primate012 years 1 month ago
StoryUnspotted Leopard primate012 years 1 month ago
StoryWhoops! primate012 years 1 month ago
StoryVirginity primate012 years 1 month ago
StoryYour Girlfriend Is A Munter primate012 years 1 month 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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