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StoryWhat you say and how you say it IsntLifeBrilliant19 years 4 months ago
StoryBeneath the surface IsntLifeBrilliant99 years 6 months ago
StoryIt shouldn't be this hard... IsntLifeBrilliant19 years 9 months ago
StoryRubik's cube (I.P.) IsntLifeBrilliant39 years 10 months ago
StoryOne foot in front of the other... IsntLifeBrilliant19 years 10 months ago
StoryPetty torments and pyrrhic victories III: Wurzel the wi-fi weasel and his desperately dirty dog... IsntLifeBrilliant09 years 10 months ago
StoryWhere does it go? IsntLifeBrilliant49 years 10 months ago
StoryCáfe Cold War IsntLifeBrilliant410 years 6 months ago
StoryAn idea on the premature death of ideas. IsntLifeBrilliant310 years 6 months ago
StoryHoles in the bag. IsntLifeBrilliant510 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Test Yume12541012 years 3 months ago
StoryCommute IsntLifeBrilliant112 years 6 months ago
StoryBreaking news IsntLifeBrilliant812 years 6 months ago
CollectionBlogs, journalistic musings and thickets of anger. IsntLifeBrilliant012 years 6 months ago
CollectionPoetry IsntLifeBrilliant012 years 6 months ago
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StoryI have this dream... IsntLifeBrilliant612 years 11 months ago
StoryIP - How did it come to this? IsntLifeBrilliant615 years 3 months ago
StorySelf control IsntLifeBrilliant715 years 3 months ago
StoryShopping (I.P.) IsntLifeBrilliant615 years 3 months ago
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My stories

Where does it go?

You know how they sweep ours up and take it away? Sure. How do you think they get rid of theirs? Well, just calling on my magnificent powers of...
Cherry

Cáfe Cold War

There’s a thing that happens in high-street coffee shops. There is this animal panic that flashes over people’s faces when they walk into a busy...

Holes in the bag.

Things in the water...
Cherry

An idea on the premature death of ideas.

Over the ramshackle doorway to the foetid domicile in which we, the meek, house our ideas you scrawl a red cross, as though charged with protecting a...

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