Steve

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StoryNew in America 1 Steve613 years 8 months ago
Storynew hampshire spring waits Steve413 years 9 months ago
StoryNew Hampshire Spring is... Steve313 years 10 months ago
StorySeoul Garden Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryHypocrite Steve213 years 10 months ago
StoryFirst Love Steve214 years 5 days ago
StoryIn wanting so much to be loved Steve814 years 5 days ago
StoryThe Tender Buds of April Silver Spun Sand3014 years 10 months ago
StoryMichael Jackson's Early Demise Steve315 years 7 months ago
StoryGrowl Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryDrips of emotion hint at Steve415 years 8 months ago
StoryThe Game Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryMary Steve515 years 8 months ago
StorySong of David Steve215 years 8 months ago
StoryCome Away With Me Silver Spun Sand2115 years 8 months ago
StoryMe, and Her with the Piercings Silver Spun Sand1615 years 8 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Conversations, Thoughts, Etc. Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 4 Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryImpressions of South Korea: Work Ethic 1 Steve415 years 9 months ago
StoryNudely Explore: impressions of S. Korea Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIV Steve215 years 9 months ago
StoryIII Steve315 years 9 months ago
StoryII Steve515 years 9 months ago
StoryGabriel Freed Steve315 years 9 months ago

My stories

Rape in 30 minutes lasts

You wonder, no matter how egotistical you were no matter how many lies you told, you wonder no matter how evil you were if you deserve that thing that keeps you locked within --

Lonely Jesus

Sometimes I feel ashamed of "I am that I am" within me. After all, I can make a human body wilt, the wind can carry away the dust. I pray to my father when I cannot listen to one more word

Rain

Breaking apart (loaves of leaves) -- liquids peeling down with applause! Horns of buttoned crystals (falling falling out of a dashed necklace )those were pearls planted above salacious loops.

Voices

A voice: a channel of sounds remurmuring through one mouth. One voice arises from a mouth as open as the moaning sea. A voice seeks another voice to sing with (A companion of breath

After the Matrix

In my mind there are pure empty constructs of divine perversion where screams personify absences terrify molds of lust, the gritty gridlocked grief of interior mechanics,

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