my silent undoing

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My stories

Burn

By my silent undoing on Tue, 20 Dec 2005

I am flammable, An intoxicant. People Who talk to me say "You have lovely eyes, Then leave me alone at the End of the night, go Home to their warm beds. And I just stagger And burn: burn everything that
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 15

A Cliche

By my silent undoing on Tue, 20 Dec 2005

It's a cliché; my life is getting old. People are beginning to tire of my cries for help, My cack-handed attempts at self-immolation. Even the Samaritans don't bother to get back to me. The day in hand is getting out of hand,
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Heroes

By my silent undoing on Sun, 18 Dec 2005

The Goths are perched like crows On the steps of Town Hall, their Beady eyes staring-out the passers-by. I shuffle past, feeling naked all-of-a-sudden, My sword-hand tucked firmly into my jacket
Autobiography
Certificate 12

The Santa Slayer

By my silent undoing on Sat, 17 Dec 2005

Santa Claus lay dead on the kitchen floor, his lifeless body a mess of blood and peroxide facial-hair. Xander lifted up the head, examining what remained of the jolly man's face for a brief second before dropping it rather unceremoniously back down again. And then he lit a cigarette, and lapsed into one of his famous Moments of Quiet Contemplation.
Humour
Story
Certificate 15

That Night.

By my silent undoing on Fri, 16 Dec 2005

I never thought that I would miss you; never knew How deep your stain ran Until I tried to Be happy and kept failing, Catch as catch can - Remembering the Night that you undressed me, took
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate 18

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