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Storycrushed ice crushed paracetamol mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storymatchbox and silicone mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storycross hatches bad love mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
StoryM. Eve mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storynyx and erebos mikilowe111 years 4 months ago
Storythis is england mikilowe911 years 4 months ago
StoryThe winter portrait mikilowe111 years 4 months ago
Storythe night walk to the slaughterhouse mikilowe211 years 4 months ago
StoryMy name is Jimmy mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storyfruit flies mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storythe plug hole of the bath mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storyoysters have long black eye lashes. mikilowe111 years 4 months ago
Storysaccharine boots mikilowe111 years 4 months ago
StoryDark Horses mikilowe111 years 4 months ago
StoryThe elegant Slaughterhouse mikilowe011 years 4 months ago
Storyswamp mikilowe111 years 4 months ago
StoryNear the Close mikilowe211 years 4 months ago
Storyyour throat overflows mikilowe111 years 5 months ago
Storyyou drew on your cigarettes mikilowe111 years 5 months ago
StoryFortunately And Unfortunately The Walrus811 years 8 months ago

My stories

the plug hole of the bath

The plug hole of the bath is clogged up with soap. The bulbs of the lamps in the basement are burnt. Orange peels for ashtrays glasses of water with ash decanting, at the bottom,

oysters have long black eye lashes.

Today, you bought oysters and carried them back through town, in a see through plastic box. one was unlocked, you picked it up. had you ever looked, inside an oyster

saccharine boots

We'd all like to say, no, skin doesn't stain, that we never feel, a saccharine endearment, at the site of pretty boots, side by side , a loveable type of nausea.

Dark Horses

Dark horse walks into the room where there's no room to swing a cat Needs must when the devil drives, I put down that glass and placed a bet a skeptical dicer with eyes half closed
Cherry

you drew on your cigarettes

You'd stand drawing on a cigarette with such languor and contempt. A scream of dissent, to the requirements of loss, you know, that debt that we must all at times settle.

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