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Storythe missionary delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythe agoraphobic delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storymore than a handshake with darkness delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storysuspicious tones delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythe has-been delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythe “it girl” delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storyuh oh spaghettios delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythinking to death delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythe wrong foot delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storyturning off, tuning in delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythe descriptive injury delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storystrong enough delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storypeaceful intent delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storythe young singer delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storymutual meditation delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storymaddening delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storymutual aggression delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storythe rescuer delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storythe first of april delapruch211 years 8 months ago
Storythe hospital wait delapruch211 years 8 months ago
Storyskittles & iced tea delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storythe rest of your life delapruch011 years 8 months ago
Storysanctuaries delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storyseverely mistaken delapruch111 years 8 months ago
Storythe eyes of a just revenge delapruch011 years 8 months ago

My stories

marketability

to be a single woman in america & aging to boot, one must have breasts that sing to the air (that never fall, that never sag, that never do anything but what the magazines show on

when politicians cry

taking the podium & patting the eyes whilst whimpering, the genuine feeling in the air, which might naturally come from the massing of individuals together, gets sucked right out

the peak

needless to say she’s bursting at the seams--- she’s in her 30’s & she’s heard all the rumors that it’s downhill from here--- 24/7, like a teenage boy’s one track mind,

the enricher

ushering in a special calm that no one human can ignore, even the most cut-throat murderer can be humbled by the gaze of that which has been referred to time & time again as

tables turned

following the “suicide” of Aaron Swartz, a delightful punch has been driven into the gut of the empire, whose eyes now twitch & whose muscles now flinch, for the tables are turning,

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