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StoryDave The Sailor primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryD: The fourth bit primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryD'You Think That Captain Birdseye Is a Wanker&;#063; primate211 years 8 months ago
StoryCorgi primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryConkers primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryCold meat For Dinner primate311 years 8 months ago
StoryChasing the dragon primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryC: The third bit primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryButchers Of The Night primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryBlowfish primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryB: The second bit primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryB is for... Arse and Literature primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryAn Anti-Christmas Rant primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryAardvark primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryA: The first bit primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryA brothel of sorts primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryA Foreign Tour primate011 years 8 months ago
CollectionMinutae primate011 years 8 months ago
CollectionUnordered Tales primate011 years 8 months ago
StoryX: The People In The Walls primate011 years 10 months ago
StoryWolf primate011 years 10 months ago
StoryUnspotted Leopard primate011 years 10 months ago
StoryWhoops! primate011 years 10 months ago
StoryVirginity primate011 years 10 months ago
StoryYour Girlfriend Is A Munter primate011 years 10 months ago

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Cherry

Heading Downstream

The real ending to The Wind In The Willows. They went out with their Dignitas intact...
Gold cherry

Twitter Is A Bunch Of Arse

Twitter is a bunch of arse A self-indulgent waste Of the time the good Lord gave us And a coffin-nail for taste It’s a way to boast and brag and crow About how you’re the best
Cherry

Dinner Is Always Gone Too Soon

Dinner is always gone too soon The plate too quickly cleared. Leaving worn ceramic patterns and a fat man’s lonely fears. In the darkened hours that lie ahead Before the next meal comes
Cherry

Cold meat For Dinner

Tiny paws upon my hands. Weave patterns on the backs. My palms against my stomach Where the skin is cold and slack. My buttocks on unyielding pine My pulse is long since gone.
Cherry

Conkers

A boy accidentally kills his brother with a conker

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