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Storycrushed ice crushed paracetamol mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storymatchbox and silicone mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storycross hatches bad love mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
StoryM. Eve mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storynyx and erebos mikilowe112 years 8 months ago
Storythis is england mikilowe912 years 8 months ago
StoryThe winter portrait mikilowe112 years 8 months ago
Storythe night walk to the slaughterhouse mikilowe212 years 8 months ago
StoryMy name is Jimmy mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storyfruit flies mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storythe plug hole of the bath mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storyoysters have long black eye lashes. mikilowe112 years 8 months ago
Storysaccharine boots mikilowe112 years 8 months ago
StoryDark Horses mikilowe112 years 8 months ago
StoryThe elegant Slaughterhouse mikilowe012 years 8 months ago
Storyswamp mikilowe112 years 8 months ago
StoryNear the Close mikilowe212 years 8 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 plug hole of the bath

The plug hole of the bath is clogged up with soap. The bulbs of the lamps in the basement are burnt. Orange peels for ashtrays glasses of water with ash decanting, at the bottom,

oysters have long black eye lashes.

Today, you bought oysters and carried them back through town, in a see through plastic box. one was unlocked, you picked it up. had you ever looked, inside an oyster

saccharine boots

We'd all like to say, no, skin doesn't stain, that we never feel, a saccharine endearment, at the site of pretty boots, side by side , a loveable type of nausea.

Dark Horses

Dark horse walks into the room where there's no room to swing a cat Needs must when the devil drives, I put down that glass and placed a bet a skeptical dicer with eyes half closed
Cherry

you drew on your cigarettes

You'd stand drawing on a cigarette with such languor and contempt. A scream of dissent, to the requirements of loss, you know, that debt that we must all at times settle.

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