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Story21 rules for life, or how to fit in, or how to just, you know, swallow the whole unpalatable thing whole (from the gab of a 43 y/o London-born loser) harveyjones35183 weeks 3 days ago
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StoryThe Talker harveyjones3511 year 4 months ago
StoryTree-line, rewindings Rhiannonw132 years 6 months ago
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StoryOn the Spot in TCR harveyjones3532 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Novelist of Some Repute harveyjones3522 years 9 months ago
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StoryUniform Seccy harveyjones3502 years 10 months ago
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StoryThose Faded Brown Places harveyjones3542 years 10 months ago
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El Nuevo Sombrero

The drive out is what I remember -- it’s where I want to be now. Going through the gates, leaving the others, f inding my freedom; I’m sure they...

El Nuevo Sombrero

Every moment but there is no moment; I wanted to die. When the sun recoils from a looped grey sky, the day elided and trembling ghosts, and the...

The Talker

Most people talk to differing degrees but the Young Man was an exception. He was silent, reserved, and could come across as morose. But inside he...


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Perusing? Surveying perhaps?

Posted on Thu, 31 Mar 2016

Perusing? Surveying perhaps? I'm not sure but that verb is important especially because the rest of the line is  so accurate  


very nicely evoked

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I like this alot. Lots of

Posted on Tue, 31 May 2011

I like this alot. Lots of very good writing here, though sometimes a bit overblown in places.Read full comment

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