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Storyprotecting the public delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe cop in your head delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe wannabe automatic writer delapruch113 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe obvious thoughtful gift delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe bartender delapruch113 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams & mother whispers/growls obscenities delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe recital delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe project delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyout of work cologne (patent pending) delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe sociopath irony delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe mechanical kiss delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyoopsy doopsy delapruch113 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe bigger person delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe deconstruction of the dead delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyunder the knife delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storymasturbating in church delapruch413 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe clock delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythrough the ice delapruch113 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe “inevitable” delapruch113 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe landscapers delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storythe young poet delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storymidwest orange white girl delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storypossibilité delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyonly through delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago
Storyold & alone delapruch013 years 2 weeks ago

My stories

gaga’s gun bra

fat ass has- been still trying to get our attention by wearing a bra made of guns after kids have continued to be slaughtered in this empire that has made her fucking money---

the mungo hipster

remember these rich kids who moved from downtown Manhattan, after the towers fell, out into the uncharted territories of Bushwick & those regions of Brooklyn, which had once been

blame

when it happened, when s/he did it, for those that considered themselves to have known him/her, it devastated, because death is for the living, any way you slice it---

sour

s/he sees a difference emerging (wants to explain but doesn’t feel s/he can ask questions, wants to understand but knows there are no answers to be had without asking said questions),

vendicarsi

this taboo, this forbidden place, this thing that western “liberal” “democratic” “holy” “peaceful” individuals, groups & religions, all frown upon,

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