Tommy

Hey you. Hey god. It’s Tommy, and I think we need to have a conversation.

Chapter Ten: Black Allen

“You tell yer Cap’n Storm,” he said, “that Black Allen knows ‘e’s ‘ere an’ that I’ll go ter the Governor himself if ‘e ain’t left by nightfall!”
Cherry

Weather report

I’m in the skate park Cloud obscurity nine out of ten I dream about huge wasps leaving toffee I eat one of the stings Like a brazil nut
Cherry

Fag-it Girls

Saw these two today when I went for a butty this morning.
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I AM ME story

To no longer run from conflict is my prayer. I am afraid. I am a coward. I am me.

HARD TIMES story

Just the other day Sheldon reminded her dad left three years ago.

MARRIED ALMOST 33 YEARS - some advice

Curb the tongue when you feel snarly.

The Streets at Night

The streets are cold at night and yet not cold at all.

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