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StoryThe colour of your laughter Kahdai414 years 6 months ago
StoryExposed WillSimpson314 years 6 months ago
StoryTarrot WillSimpson214 years 6 months ago
Forum topicSome publications (2) Anonymous614 years 6 months ago
StoryFalling position (ip) WillSimpson514 years 6 months ago
StoryI find myself in Cricklewood agnelli514 years 6 months ago
StoryI'm deD WillSimpson314 years 6 months ago
StorySmile for yourself WillSimpson314 years 6 months ago
Forum topicAnybody else find creative juices stop when on the computer? nosila1214 years 6 months ago
StoryThier relationship WillSimpson214 years 6 months ago
StoryLet her sing away your fear Kahdai414 years 6 months ago
StoryDon't put your heart into it Kahdai414 years 6 months ago
StoryLiving on borrowed time WillSimpson314 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Matrix Revisited Mangone1314 years 6 months ago
Forum topicIt's A Hard Life. Mangone514 years 6 months ago
Forum topicSpammers tcook514 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Cross-eyed Gypsy barryj1314 years 6 months ago
Forum topicThe Month Of June skinner_jennifer214 years 6 months ago
StoryProcess of Standardization JamesF214 years 6 months ago
StorySummer days (I.P.) Kahdai414 years 6 months ago
Forum topicQuoting? Kahdai314 years 6 months ago
StoryPhilosophy of younger years (2007) WillSimpson714 years 6 months ago
StorySaved my soul, should I of? Kahdai514 years 6 months ago
StorySelf Aware WillSimpson314 years 6 months ago
StoryNATURE Jaysa Lawton114 years 6 months ago

My stories

Exploration of the mind

If anyone after reading this would like to explain their interpretations I would be extremely grateful.

The Simple Society

The Simple Society This is my effort at explaining the current state of things, Karl Marx couldn't explain shit to the kids of today, so here is my attempt.

Mondays

One more story in my tales of many A sad dis heartened man with tales-a-plenty Taking a stroll through his \/illage of choice Proclaiming to all who will head this \/oice I am down, pick me up

Brass collections

A generation of ignorance, the years in which I dwell

Red writing

A form of moral awareness has seeked me out It found me cold and depressed with a heart of iron Once it gripped hold it began to unra\/el me In order to make me well

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