The Walrus

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Storya lifetime a.lesser.thing312 years 11 months ago
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StoryYoung And Grey. Maxine Jasmin-Green212 years 11 months ago
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StoryHer Fragrance (Part Two) The Walrus212 years 11 months ago
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StoryWhat have the Tories done for us. (satire, perhaps) alphadog1512 years 11 months ago
StoryThe Moons The Walrus512 years 11 months ago

My stories

Belladonna

I had an inkling that I would find you here at the bottom of the undulating cow pasture carpeted with magic mushrooms and destroying angels.

History

Mystery Babylon the great, mother of harlots and sundry abominations of the Earth. Is this a mystery to you?
Cherry

Aghast

I come to you and you freeze, bitter and poised like a praying mantis plotting all possible futures on the tawdry graph of life.

The Dribble Bowl

My dribble bowl has tremendous sentimental value, and I inherited it from a long line of semi-aquatic fruitcake ancestors. We're all born with magnificent tusks and webbed hands and feet-cum-flippers - before the surgeons tidy us up, that is.

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