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Storyprotecting the public delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe cop in your head delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe wannabe automatic writer delapruch112 years 2 months ago
Storythe obvious thoughtful gift delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe bartender delapruch112 years 2 months ago
Storythe single guy waiting with his groceries at the register whilst a child screams & mother whispers/growls obscenities delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe recital delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe project delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storyout of work cologne (patent pending) delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe sociopath irony delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe mechanical kiss delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storyoopsy doopsy delapruch112 years 2 months ago
Storythe bigger person delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe deconstruction of the dead delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storyunder the knife delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storymasturbating in church delapruch412 years 2 months ago
Storythe clock delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythrough the ice delapruch112 years 2 months ago
Storythe “inevitable” delapruch112 years 2 months ago
Storythe landscapers delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storythe young poet delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storymidwest orange white girl delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storypossibilité delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storyonly through delapruch012 years 2 months ago
Storyold & alone delapruch012 years 2 months 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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