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StoryDada Didymos dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryCucharacha Hyperanthropos dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryCrimson Tao dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryCrankshaft stroller dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryCandide dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryBuena Vista: Bella Donna dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryA-Train dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryA Season in Habenero dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
CollectionLingshan dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
CollectionZarathustra dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
CollectionUebermensch dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
CollectionHYPERANTHROPOS dylanzarathustra011 years 8 months ago
StoryWhitman's Staff dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryPoemandres dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryPortrait of the Artist as a Young Man dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryTapioca Beach dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryPahana Zarathustra dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryNightingale dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryLacuna Balkan dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryMosaic Methamphetamine dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryJourneyman's Chalice dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago
StoryETA: June 4th dylanzarathustra011 years 10 months ago

My stories

Crimson Tao

ruminate with, mi vida stammer as fingers grope shadows of forgotten stone scrape alongside hazy vines of our underbrush "our"--absent hour infusing...

Dada Didymos

schitzophrenic mutterings dribble down the soter's jaw, dictated with stenographic tenderness: "Lasso the fog. From buckets of ash will shoot...

ETA: June 4th

1:30 is a restless hour in this evaporating Sunday lying here in bed cocooned in Lucinda's naked vulnerability-- June 4th my emotional dependence day...

Poemandres

Asbestos alleyway pours onto barren rolling hills-- miles melting into the horizon lone pipe puffing poncho plants boots vigilant-- midnight coils--...

Crankshaft stroller

Almost four years ago, I found myself stumbling in and out of a lonely outpost--A crank-nosed little shit who was hell-bent on chainsmoking the...

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