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Storybackward somersault into oblivion delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyback into bed with Pakistan delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storybabbling dirty harry delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyawe delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyaverting eyes delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyaustralia? delapruch012 years 1 month ago
StoryAurora delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyatmospheric pressure delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyat arm’s length delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyasylum for katie delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyas the vultures gather to suck beautiful Venezuela dry delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyas the hands round our necks grow tighter delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyas seen on tv. delapruch212 years 1 month ago
Storyartistic commitment delapruch312 years 1 month ago
Storyartificial sweeteners delapruch112 years 1 month ago
Storyarrogance of youth delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyarrivederci, sweet internet delapruch112 years 1 month ago
Storyaromatic memory delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyarpeggio surprise delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyarms of the dj delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyarmy of me, bjork: delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyarmed with a plunger delapruch112 years 1 month ago
Storyaries (march 21st-april 19th) delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyapril fools delapruch012 years 1 month ago
Storyapplause junkies delapruch012 years 1 month 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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