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| potted plant
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| born a virgin
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| seeking night
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| and the band played on
| | one of my favorite stories is the one about the band on the Titanic and how they just played on as the ship went down and arctic death drew them closer. thereâ??s something about continuing on insistent... | | Words: | 305 | | Comments: | 4 | | Status: | Public |
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| A Day At The Porch
| | You wake up hungover. Youâ??re laying across a slab of cold flat concrete and rolled up under your... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 03-07-06 |
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| A Bizarre Archaeology
| | Born onto the clock like we were made to make in the shrill madness of monotony, sold to spiteful superiors simply because we could not afford our own freedom-- we have all been tricked by time and... | | Words: | 742 | | Comments: | 2 | | Status: | Public |
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| Getting A Piece Of Trim
| | The neon lights in the front windows of Marinaâ??s Bar on Ford Street sprang into the twilight and dripped reflections upon the rain-soaked sidewalk at 6p.m. on a Friday night. Randy Oâ??Brien and... | | Short Stories | | Updated: | 03-07-06 |
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