Zuku

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StorySignals Zuku04 years 7 months ago
StorySwiss Delight Zuku15 years 9 months ago
StoryAtomic London Zuku38 years 11 months ago
StoryContractor 014352 Zuku29 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHer 64th boyfriend lavadis1811 years 3 months ago
StoryBlank Jigsaw Zuku211 years 11 months ago
StoryBad Beans Zuku011 years 11 months ago
StoryAn Ode to Stuart Baggs Zuku311 years 11 months ago
Story'Volunteering' (from 'Poker Face') Zuku011 years 11 months ago
StoryA Day in the Life of Ian McEwan Zuku011 years 11 months ago
CollectionNew York Ramblings Zuku011 years 11 months ago
StoryMission Memory Zuku012 years 1 month ago
StoryLost in New York - Pt II Zuku312 years 1 month ago
StoryLady of Land pt II -- 'Life in Boxes' Zuku012 years 1 month ago
StoryMission District Zuku012 years 1 month ago
StoryTake a Hint Zuku012 years 1 month ago
StoryPure Poetry Zuku012 years 1 month ago
StoryMerry X Zuku112 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Face of Ze'ev Zuku012 years 1 month ago
StoryDouble Complete Rainbow Zuku212 years 1 month ago
StoryAtom by atom lavadis1712 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Right One markbrown912 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Face of Mo Farah Zuku312 years 9 months ago
StoryPride Apart Zuku814 years 11 months ago
StoryNo Country For Young Men Zuku214 years 11 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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