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me too seger. i'm working on my night moves.
A Poem by
alan khan
and the young boy. alone in the moving car. sat and passed the high towers of the city. therainy mist and dust ..haunting clouds.. clinging ..
how you kick a m***********s a*s
A Story by
alan khan
ego kills. it sure does.
what happened johnny sin?
A Story by
alan khan
what happened johnny sin? there you are, lieing dead on the concrete. the damnned cold concrete, black and sharp as the night sky rested on my head. i..
today
A Poem by
alan khan
today i woke up i rolled off my bed planting my feet to the ground i filledthe sink and threw icecubes into the waves throwing my face in...
i love you this much..?
A Poem by
alan khan
the only time i ever cried was when i blew my head gasket on the car. after that and before that i never had tears. my eyes were dried sand my he..
corruption and fear
A Poem by
alan khan
corruption and fear the two wedded and go hand in hand. both feast on dignity and all that is just. the corruption creeped in ages b..
a fool amongst the wicked
A Poem by
alan khan
ohh the wicked must pay. be it flesh or blood. the wicked have their debts. and i have no desire to pay. because that which is given g..
we sat around and finished the nilla wafers
A Poem by
alan khan
the tenderness i was running from tracked me down and gave me the pleasure i dissapoved of. when she'd come over it was like the fifth day ..
a message to those calling themselves writers
A Poem by
alan khan
you are pathetic. you really do take yourself way too seriously. honestly. please for the love of god get over yourself. you are not the vo..
that's what you get i suppose
A Story by
alan khan
real life alan khan living the pulp life.
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