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StoryThe colour of your laughter Kahdai416 years 3 weeks ago
StoryExposed WillSimpson316 years 3 weeks ago
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Forum topicSome publications (2) Anonymous616 years 3 weeks ago
StoryFalling position (ip) WillSimpson516 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI find myself in Cricklewood agnelli516 years 3 weeks ago
StoryI'm deD WillSimpson316 years 4 weeks ago
StorySmile for yourself WillSimpson316 years 4 weeks ago
Forum topicAnybody else find creative juices stop when on the computer? nosila1216 years 1 month ago
StoryThier relationship WillSimpson216 years 1 month ago
StoryLet her sing away your fear Kahdai416 years 1 month ago
StoryDon't put your heart into it Kahdai416 years 1 month ago
StoryLiving on borrowed time WillSimpson316 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Matrix Revisited Mangone1316 years 1 month ago
Forum topicIt's A Hard Life. Mangone516 years 1 month ago
Forum topicSpammers tcook516 years 1 month ago
StoryThe Cross-eyed Gypsy barryj1316 years 1 month ago
Forum topicThe Month Of June skinner_jennifer216 years 1 month ago
StoryProcess of Standardization JamesF216 years 1 month ago
StorySummer days (I.P.) Kahdai416 years 1 month ago
Forum topicQuoting? Kahdai316 years 1 month ago
StoryPhilosophy of younger years (2007) WillSimpson716 years 1 month ago
StorySaved my soul, should I of? Kahdai516 years 1 month ago
StorySelf Aware WillSimpson316 years 1 month ago
StoryNATURE Jaysa Lawton116 years 1 month ago

My stories

Exploration of the mind

If anyone after reading this would like to explain their interpretations I would be extremely grateful.

The Simple Society

The Simple Society This is my effort at explaining the current state of things, Karl Marx couldn't explain shit to the kids of today, so here is my attempt.

Mondays

One more story in my tales of many A sad dis heartened man with tales-a-plenty Taking a stroll through his \/illage of choice Proclaiming to all who will head this \/oice I am down, pick me up

Brass collections

A generation of ignorance, the years in which I dwell

Red writing

A form of moral awareness has seeked me out It found me cold and depressed with a heart of iron Once it gripped hold it began to unra\/el me In order to make me well

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