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Storymantras JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storytwo winged bugs connected by a sex act JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storytoday being Thursday JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storyking for a day JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storysimplicity JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storysleeping lines JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storykyi po tang JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storyowl for the morning JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storylet there be light JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storythe nine ladies JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storynightfall over Whitby JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
Storythe 71 Haight-Noriega brings a simple truth home JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storymemory bisque JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
StoryLike a Small Shingle Tide... JupiterMoon413 years 4 months ago
Storystir-fry JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storythe woodwork mirror JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storyoverbite JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storylesson of the birds (part ii) JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
Storyreasons why it's unsafe to run for a bus JupiterMoon213 years 4 months ago
Storythe fountain JupiterMoon113 years 4 months ago
Storythe birds know everything we've forgotten JupiterMoon313 years 4 months ago
StoryOne by One JupiterMoon113 years 4 months ago
StorySlow Measures JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Blood Tree JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago
StoryThe Knowledge of a Koi Carp - Part 3 JupiterMoon013 years 4 months ago

My stories

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the cosmic egg

the cosmic egg within the twilight tonight, between the eyelids of dusk and dawn, comes the equinox:
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Poem of the week

where emily walked

where emily walked the cholera cobbles clamour less, than then infants make stronger adult shapes, resilience fragile and untested words no longer...
Cherry

1984 was more than just orwell

1984 was more than just orwell richard brautigan shot himself in 1984, during the rising tide of the commodore 64, lost within a wood walled world...
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when i am gone

when i am gone there will be no words to gutter gather for a prologue any remaining clay insufficient to mould into hope fluid change will lap...
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what we talk about when we talk about fire

what we talk about when we talk about fire we made flame twelve-strong and true it pulled the night down tight, a blanket for all we made harmony in...

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