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Different Days By Alec Solomita
Briefly I went out with a girl who lisped, We were very young, fifteen I would guess. She was slender and tall and wore specs, impish and fu...
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Driving through New England, I notice small towns all have a cemetery crowded with tombstones, weathered and leaning into each other like ... -
Poking with a stick. Looking for the crevice that started everything. A vague meandering led to the science of destruction. Big budget nigh... -
WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU SERFS?! THIS IS NOT HOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REACT TO THE MURDER OF ONE OF YOUR SUPERIORS! BRI...
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