evancromwell

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StorySecrets evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryNot Even Close evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Man Who Got a Job evancromwell17 years 8 months ago
StoryLiving as an animal evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryWould you lie here next to me? evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryKhan's song evancromwell77 years 8 months ago
StorySatan is my master evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryI'm not scared of shit evancromwell37 years 8 months ago
StoryMadness evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Blood of Prometheus evancromwell27 years 8 months ago
StoryI am severely bipolar and I cannot be helped evancromwell17 years 8 months ago
Storyi am severely bipolar and i need no help evancromwell07 years 8 months ago
StoryI Fell evancromwell07 years 10 months ago
StoryDead Gods of Causality evancromwell07 years 10 months ago
StoryPatience is her Gift evancromwell07 years 11 months ago
StoryOde to a Bench evancromwell17 years 11 months ago
StoryThat time I met God evancromwell17 years 11 months ago
StoryLove and Drugs evancromwell17 years 11 months ago
StoryDaily Chores evancromwell07 years 11 months ago
StoryDying for a Friend evancromwell07 years 11 months ago
StoryI'm Sorry Mom evancromwell07 years 11 months ago
StoryBeware the Other evancromwell07 years 12 months ago
StoryFun House Mirrors evancromwell17 years 12 months ago
StoryCement and Pavement evancromwell17 years 12 months ago

My stories

I Fell

I broke my finger falling out a tree Everything seemed so strange suddenly I can not play guitar without my finger And I can not start a band without...

Dead Gods of Causality

Science and the churches pray to gods of causality This thing happens, then that The gods say we should plan With a little effort and know-how we can...

Patience is her Gift

Patience is her gift to me Like any good gift, I question if it was always mine. But I know it could not be, For I hold no such power within me. It...

Ode to a Bench

8 A.M. – 9 A.M. I remind myself not to be thirsty. I’ll never get a girl that way. The educated part of me recognizes the irony in that, and I want...

Love and Drugs

She loved booze, uppers and psychedelics I loved weed, uppers and psychedelics At first shit worked out We’d go dancing in the rain, she’d paint as I...

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