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StoryAre These Thoughts His Or Mine? Oh Well, At The Very Least They Exist. pearsonj12302 years 3 months ago
StoryBrainmelt pearsonj12314 years 9 months ago
StoryUgly, Fat, and Diseased; or, I Don't Understand Myself, Let Alone What I Write About Me. pearsonj12304 years 11 months ago
StorySquash is in Season pearsonj12334 years 11 months ago
StoryHow Not to be a Hitman pearsonj12344 years 11 months ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. (Part 4) pearsonj12305 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. pearsonj12305 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. (Part 2) pearsonj12305 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHe, Dynamite. (Part 3) pearsonj12305 years 2 weeks ago
StoryHansel and Gretel: whose middle name was Millennial pearsonj12335 years 4 weeks ago
StoryEt tu, soror? pearsonj12345 years 1 month ago
StoryDecision making: who holds sway? pearsonj12305 years 3 months ago
StoryClipped pearsonj12305 years 3 months ago
CollectionFall From Grace pearsonj12305 years 3 months ago
StoryBedevilled pearsonj12305 years 3 months ago
StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Final part) pearsonj12315 years 3 months ago
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StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Part 3) pearsonj12315 years 4 months ago
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StoryWicker and Stone and Coral (Part 1) pearsonj12345 years 4 months ago
CollectionYouth in Narrow Exile pearsonj12305 years 4 months ago
CollectionMiss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island pearsonj12305 years 4 months ago
StoryMiss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 2) pearsonj12305 years 4 months ago
StoryMiss Endorphin Euphoria Talking to the Sun on Fire Island (Part 1) pearsonj12305 years 4 months ago

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The grass is greener the air is cleaner your work is meaner your meals are leaner our minds are keener we have a nicer marina too many misdemeanours...

Are These Thoughts His Or Mine? Oh Well, At The Very Least They Exist.

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We, all of us, can rise from the murk. Except him, because he is dead - and he would not begrudge my tastelessness in that last.
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Ugly, Fat, and Diseased; or, I Don't Understand Myself, Let Alone What I Write About Me.

Nothing but truth here friends, comrades, lovers and fighters. I am ugly. I am fat. I am full of that stuff that clouds the blood and so the mind...

Squash is in Season

"Have a happy Halloween!" "Don't tell me how to live my life," I said. "Cheeky prick." He scuttled off back to his cheeky prick parents stood waiting...
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