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StorySpeak No Evil rokkitnite013 years 12 hours ago
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StoryK - This Beautiful Ship rokkitnite013 years 12 hours ago
StoryGood Book rokkitnite313 years 13 hours ago
StoryI Suppose It Was Pretty Obvious To Everyone rokkitnite313 years 13 hours ago
StoryGetting In Touch rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryInsurgency rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
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StoryI Am Still Here rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryHere's To You, Mr Robinson rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryI Walk East All Day rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryI Don't Want To Die rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryI Want To Marry A Lighthouse Keeper rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryI Look Forward To It rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryJudy rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryHeart of Class rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
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StoryGreat Dane rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryI Love the Tyger rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryHeight of Fashion rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago
StoryI was the Dog rokkitnite013 years 13 hours ago

My stories

Cherry

Issue

So he approximates neurosis for the cameras but offset he's congruent as a set of satellite blueprints. It's just mind tourism, the flirting with thought-walks

I Am Still Here

It's like that story about the man trapped down the well - the children found him but they would not go for help. There is no moral to the story; the kids' paralysis and the adult unable
Cherry

A Mind Reader Once

A mind reader once turned his powers against himself and saw God's strobing eye in the feedback loop, glassy like a porthole and gazing at nothing specific. Next he saw a cherry tree

Errata: Twentieth Episode: Power Vacuum

Laws are a kind of mass hypnosis – the Government decrees, “You cannot do this,” and lo, we accept the suggestion, never testing it against reality. It’s time to wake up.
Cherry

Welcome To The Magnet

This is a poem about a club I went to in Liverpool that stayed open till five in the morning. It was frigging grim.

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