Posts Tagged as ‘theneave’
Published on May th, 2009
Outside the rain had started. Every time the door opened the smell of sorrowful pleasure and wet pavement escorted each »
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Published on May th, 2009
“Every time I burp, I taste gasoline.” I was seated next to Don as he drove us towards the edge »
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Published on April th, 2009
Marcus sat at the edge of the world on a Sunday morning having not slept all night and pulled the »
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Published on April th, 2009
“I’m Stu, Stu Hessler,” said the man–more like, exclaimed the man. “I see nothing but rotten fruit and expiration dates! »
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