Zuku

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StorySignals Zuku04 years 11 months ago
StorySwiss Delight Zuku16 years 1 month ago
StoryAtomic London Zuku39 years 3 months ago
StoryContractor 014352 Zuku29 years 4 months ago
StoryHer 64th boyfriend lavadis1811 years 7 months ago
StoryBlank Jigsaw Zuku212 years 3 months ago
StoryBad Beans Zuku012 years 3 months ago
StoryAn Ode to Stuart Baggs Zuku312 years 3 months ago
Story'Volunteering' (from 'Poker Face') Zuku012 years 3 months ago
StoryA Day in the Life of Ian McEwan Zuku012 years 3 months ago
CollectionNew York Ramblings Zuku012 years 3 months ago
StoryMission Memory Zuku012 years 5 months ago
StoryLost in New York - Pt II Zuku312 years 5 months ago
StoryLady of Land pt II -- 'Life in Boxes' Zuku012 years 5 months ago
StoryMission District Zuku012 years 5 months ago
StoryTake a Hint Zuku012 years 5 months ago
StoryPure Poetry Zuku012 years 5 months ago
StoryMerry X Zuku112 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Face of Ze'ev Zuku012 years 5 months ago
StoryDouble Complete Rainbow Zuku212 years 5 months ago
StoryAtom by atom lavadis1712 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Right One markbrown912 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Face of Mo Farah Zuku313 years 1 month ago
StoryPride Apart Zuku815 years 3 months ago
StoryNo Country For Young Men Zuku215 years 3 months ago

My collections

My stories

Signals

To the unsung champ by the escalators in Holborn standing in reverie in thrall to a single question His monolith. Two plantain bananas one per ear...

Swiss Delight

There is a lab in Switzerland where you are sent to experience the unique thrill of cocaine, without ever touching the substance. In the lab, well...

Contractor 014352

Precious contractor 014352 turn up your shadowed chin and weary gaze from this infinite jigsaw of whiteness. You are so much more than the sum of...

Atomic London

Pray that I be forgiven in this stolen hour, if not for my own deeds then the deeds of my species; the actual eye-line of Mankind balking at the precipice of a new epoch. Or is it just Monday?

The Face of Mo Farah

No emotion spared; all taken, Compressed into a diamond skull, Then pushed out through a boyish, toothy gape.

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