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Storycrushed ice crushed paracetamol mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storymatchbox and silicone mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storycross hatches bad love mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
StoryM. Eve mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storynyx and erebos mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
Storythis is england mikilowe910 years 10 months ago
StoryThe winter portrait mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
Storythe night walk to the slaughterhouse mikilowe210 years 10 months ago
StoryMy name is Jimmy mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storyfruit flies mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storythe plug hole of the bath mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storyoysters have long black eye lashes. mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
Storysaccharine boots mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
StoryDark Horses mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
StoryThe elegant Slaughterhouse mikilowe010 years 10 months ago
Storyswamp mikilowe110 years 10 months ago
StoryNear the Close mikilowe210 years 10 months ago
Storyyour throat overflows mikilowe110 years 11 months ago
Storyyou drew on your cigarettes mikilowe110 years 11 months ago
StoryFortunately And Unfortunately The Walrus811 years 1 month 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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