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StoryDon't look back Poette01 month 3 weeks ago
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StoryFix me Epstein - Then I met my own Scouse-Jew Poette62 years 7 months ago
StoryBetween bookends Poette22 years 7 months ago
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StoryGod Knows J.P. Oertel64 years 5 months ago
StoryThe Triumph of Death Poette04 years 7 months ago
StoryThe confluence of word and sound Poette44 years 7 months ago
StoryThe recluse is back from the United States Poette24 years 8 months ago
StoryIt's alright Ma, it's only karma Poette44 years 8 months ago
StoryEnjoy It for What It Is Poette04 years 11 months ago
StoryTime Poette05 years 2 months ago
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StoryStalker Love Story, Part One: Beach Horseinabathtub45 years 2 months ago
StoryLines london_calling7995 years 2 months ago
StoryCharacter Creation (asking for feedback plz) Dakota_12315 years 3 months ago
StoryEighteen Sheets to the Wind ralph07 years 2 months ago
Forum topicPaul Chappell (Footsie/FTSE100) andrea417 years 2 months ago

My stories

Don't look back

Behind your head all the things that you missed congealed, washed away, also stuck mainly in the bulbousness of your neck like things blocked,...

Gather The Wind

After one of my favourite songs: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0b6inZfiGrw

Throb Points

The yogic tracts depict throb points turning from the toe to wrist, Rajas swirling in the throat. Every moment I shed my skin, but every moment...

A while ago

Sitting by the Victory Monument Sit flat in Lumphini Sit it out through the years. Time goes in circles isn’t straight goes round, weaves back around...

No title

*/ Furtive sun, strengthening. A flowerbed. Dog’s piss wafts in with the honey of new shoots. On the footbridge a woman, her recalcitrant child. One-...