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Storybackward somersault into oblivion delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyback into bed with Pakistan delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storybabbling dirty harry delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyawe delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyaverting eyes delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyaustralia? delapruch011 years 11 months ago
StoryAurora delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyatmospheric pressure delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyat arm’s length delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyasylum for katie delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyas the vultures gather to suck beautiful Venezuela dry delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyas the hands round our necks grow tighter delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyas seen on tv. delapruch211 years 11 months ago
Storyartistic commitment delapruch311 years 11 months ago
Storyartificial sweeteners delapruch111 years 11 months ago
Storyarrogance of youth delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyarrivederci, sweet internet delapruch111 years 11 months ago
Storyaromatic memory delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyarpeggio surprise delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyarms of the dj delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyarmy of me, bjork: delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyarmed with a plunger delapruch111 years 11 months ago
Storyaries (march 21st-april 19th) delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyapril fools delapruch011 years 11 months ago
Storyapplause junkies delapruch011 years 11 months ago

My stories

epitaph for a wasted life

spent time seeking solutions to yesterday in the tomorrow & passed up on the present completely.

the “proper” age of suicide

seems to be a “proper” age for suicide--- for when people are young & they take their lives, regardless of what said life was like, they are...

young obsession

would kill for a young obsession--- the kind of want when one cannot free oneself from the lust, the need, the fantasy of possessing a certain person...

gray thursday

to the tunes of Lily Allen & her “weapons of mass consumption,” to the melodies of Bonnie Mckee, telling us that at age 29 she is an “american...

counting the chickens

sweet naivité, spawned from a youth you still believe echoes within & that would be your best excuse, if in fact you could make yourself believe...

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