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Storythe hope of wrong delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyorwell’s moustache delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storytwas the night before december 25th delapruch012 years 6 months ago
StoryOeil Bonbons delapruch212 years 6 months ago
Storythe accumulant delapruch112 years 6 months ago
Storykudos to TIME delapruch112 years 6 months ago
Storythe sufferer delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe hard-pressed holiday dater delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe stirring delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyremain in play delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storysel et sucre delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storystimulieren delapruch012 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Fruit Cake Twins delapruch412 years 6 months ago
Storyl’air morte delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyour alaric delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyplan C delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe babbler (trying their hardest to convince themselves of what they claim to believe in public) delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyunexpectation delapruch012 years 6 months ago
StoryMiddle Finger to the Sky delapruch012 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Shroud of Urine delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyl’épouse obéissante delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe jazz hand strangler delapruch112 years 6 months ago
Storytemporal tap dance on cloud 9 delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storyle retraité delapruch012 years 6 months ago
Storythe empty delapruch012 years 6 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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