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Storycrushed ice crushed paracetamol mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storymatchbox and silicone mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storycross hatches bad love mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
StoryM. Eve mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storynyx and erebos mikilowe112 years 7 months ago
Storythis is england mikilowe912 years 7 months ago
StoryThe winter portrait mikilowe112 years 7 months ago
Storythe night walk to the slaughterhouse mikilowe212 years 7 months ago
StoryMy name is Jimmy mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storyfruit flies mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storythe plug hole of the bath mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storyoysters have long black eye lashes. mikilowe112 years 7 months ago
Storysaccharine boots mikilowe112 years 7 months ago
StoryDark Horses mikilowe112 years 7 months ago
StoryThe elegant Slaughterhouse mikilowe012 years 7 months ago
Storyswamp mikilowe112 years 7 months ago
StoryNear the Close mikilowe212 years 7 months ago
Storyyour throat overflows mikilowe112 years 9 months ago
Storyyou drew on your cigarettes mikilowe112 years 9 months ago
StoryFortunately And Unfortunately The Walrus812 years 11 months ago

My stories

The winter portrait

By mikilowe on Sun, 09 Jun 2013

I look at pictures. Flesh made of grains, and skin made of halides purple yellow grey cerulean blue halides specks by the million particles sketching out soft edges of
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the night walk to the slaughterhouse

By mikilowe on Wed, 29 May 2013

I walked down elegant avenues late at night, with heart beats beating in the sole of my feet as I crushed the heart a little more, each step further each time the rubber hit the tarmac
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My name is Jimmy

By mikilowe on Wed, 29 May 2013

My name is Abigail I eat eggs for breakfast I wear a dar red, on both my lips and a thick black line on my eyelid I know the meaning of hurt, and grief thus my eyes are lined
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fruit flies

By mikilowe on Tue, 14 May 2013

fruit, rotting on the low table, fruit flies swarming around the necks of empty bottles, clothes, hanging on a bent curtain rail,
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your throat overflows

By mikilowe on Mon, 13 May 2013

Your throat overflows With a liquid scream But your throat is glutted You swallow your scream Your teeth are clenched The Highness applauds. He sits back- joins his hands
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