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Storythe debriefing delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storyradical treatments delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe type-casted delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storystop along the path of no direction delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storysandusky delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storyold folk’s home bully delapruch212 years 5 months ago
Storythe 11th hour (a plea to Rafael) delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe showering firefly delapruch112 years 5 months ago
Storypick up the torch delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storysympathy for the visitors delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe taming delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storyso much is in the breath delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storyorchestrated revolt delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storyscrutiny delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe hours & the company you keep delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe planned community delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storypresence delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storylegal highs delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe polluting delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe example delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storysmile copper, smile delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storylast vestige of a crumbling empire delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe hand hug delapruch112 years 5 months ago
Storythe slow strangling delapruch012 years 5 months ago
Storythe quoter delapruch012 years 5 months ago

My stories

corporate whores & company men

hollowed out somewhere along the line, sitting on the shelf, waiting for the promised glory, every bit of style designed by others pushing them like the most savage drug on the

the wet look

aroused by the wet look how she stepped slinky into the water with tight jeans & a tank, found his way in close but could not touch--- watched from afar like a stalker in the movies,

21st century american-college-student-fresh-outta-school bedtime rhyme

now i lay me down to sleep, knowing that no one/nothing watches over me & if i die before my loans are paid, i win.

on the outright blatant charbroiling of Christopher Dorner

oh how they don’t like it when one of their own turns on them, oh how they don’t like it when he gets a gun--- oh how easily they lie when their lies are exposed & now Mr. Dorner is dead,

the chemise

he: “you know, i was looking on Amazon at lingerie & i saw those chemises that you were talking about…satin & clingy.” she: “form fitting?” he: “oh yes.”

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