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Storybackward somersault into oblivion delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyback into bed with Pakistan delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storybabbling dirty harry delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyawe delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyaverting eyes delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyaustralia? delapruch011 years 3 months ago
StoryAurora delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyatmospheric pressure delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyat arm’s length delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyasylum for katie delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyas the vultures gather to suck beautiful Venezuela dry delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyas the hands round our necks grow tighter delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyas seen on tv. delapruch211 years 3 months ago
Storyartistic commitment delapruch311 years 3 months ago
Storyartificial sweeteners delapruch111 years 3 months ago
Storyarrogance of youth delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyarrivederci, sweet internet delapruch111 years 3 months ago
Storyaromatic memory delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyarpeggio surprise delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyarms of the dj delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyarmy of me, bjork: delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyarmed with a plunger delapruch111 years 3 months ago
Storyaries (march 21st-april 19th) delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyapril fools delapruch011 years 3 months ago
Storyapplause junkies delapruch011 years 3 months ago

My stories

epitaph for a wasted life

spent time seeking solutions to yesterday in the tomorrow & passed up on the present completely.

the “proper” age of suicide

seems to be a “proper” age for suicide--- for when people are young & they take their lives, regardless of what said life was like, they are...

young obsession

would kill for a young obsession--- the kind of want when one cannot free oneself from the lust, the need, the fantasy of possessing a certain person...

gray thursday

to the tunes of Lily Allen & her “weapons of mass consumption,” to the melodies of Bonnie Mckee, telling us that at age 29 she is an “american...

counting the chickens

sweet naivité, spawned from a youth you still believe echoes within & that would be your best excuse, if in fact you could make yourself believe...

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