Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 11 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve414 years 2 weeks ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve314 years 1 month ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryHypocrite Steve214 years 1 month ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 3 months ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 3 months ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3015 years 1 month ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 10 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 11 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 11 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 12 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 12 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve216 years 8 hours ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve216 years 2 days ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve416 years 2 days ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve216 years 4 days ago
StoryIV Steve216 years 1 week ago
StoryIII Steve316 years 1 week ago
StoryII Steve516 years 1 week ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve316 years 3 weeks ago

My stories

Rape in 30 minutes lasts

You wonder, no matter how egotistical you were no matter how many lies you told, you wonder no matter how evil you were if you deserve that thing that keeps you locked within --

Lonely Jesus

Sometimes I feel ashamed of "I am that I am" within me. After all, I can make a human body wilt, the wind can carry away the dust. I pray to my father when I cannot listen to one more word

Rain

Breaking apart (loaves of leaves) -- liquids peeling down with applause! Horns of buttoned crystals (falling falling out of a dashed necklace )those were pearls planted above salacious loops.

Voices

A voice: a channel of sounds remurmuring through one mouth. One voice arises from a mouth as open as the moaning sea. A voice seeks another voice to sing with (A companion of breath

After the Matrix

In my mind there are pure empty constructs of divine perversion where screams personify absences terrify molds of lust, the gritty gridlocked grief of interior mechanics,

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