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Storythe hope of wrong delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyorwell’s moustache delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storytwas the night before december 25th delapruch012 years 10 months ago
StoryOeil Bonbons delapruch212 years 10 months ago
Storythe accumulant delapruch112 years 10 months ago
Storykudos to TIME delapruch112 years 10 months ago
Storythe sufferer delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storythe hard-pressed holiday dater delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storythe stirring delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyremain in play delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storysel et sucre delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storystimulieren delapruch012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Fruit Cake Twins delapruch412 years 10 months ago
Storyl’air morte delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyour alaric delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyplan C delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storythe babbler (trying their hardest to convince themselves of what they claim to believe in public) delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyunexpectation delapruch012 years 10 months ago
StoryMiddle Finger to the Sky delapruch012 years 10 months ago
StoryThe Shroud of Urine delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyl’épouse obéissante delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storythe jazz hand strangler delapruch112 years 10 months ago
Storytemporal tap dance on cloud 9 delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storyle retraité delapruch012 years 10 months ago
Storythe empty delapruch012 years 10 months ago

My stories

DWG

saw a demo for the glasses being developed by Google, which will be the first step in the direction of an “augmented reality” that will be totally facilitated by

single truth

a single “truth” would dispose of her/his motivations, something so recognizable that the head could no longer be turned away, something that bubbled on the fine

directly

another human’s art affects directly---it drills down into the core, lifts up from inside, inspires behind the eyes, burns away the tears, creates tears of smiles when a deadness & a
Cherry

L.

funny how someone you barely knew when you were younger, can be gone now & in retrospect, the horror of such a young passing, can shake you in the present--- for with beautiful beryl eyes &

parameters

chaos alone is less constructive than that which fluctuates within the parameters of the norm---like a bomb ticking, like a blade sharpening, like a rebel waiting in the jungle---knowing

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