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So I guess I'm depressed
I don't know what to do
I'm writing things of originality
Guess it means it's a mental disability
So le..
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I stumbled into the waiting room with whiskey on my breath. Looking around at the other ‘actors’ sitting in the line of lonely chairs, I s..
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Necrophilic Affair
I took her out, it was a Sunday
We had some fun, at the café
But then we had to jet, we couldn't sta..
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She was born in a farm of filth and slime,
Into a world where nobody cared,
Never knowing the meaning of sublime,
She grew up a Girl that was unpre..
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Truck stops, you have to love ‘em.
Nowhere else will you meet such a colorful cast of characters. Any part of the world, stop into a truck s..
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Chapter One
CHARLIE MORGAN STARED attentively at his brother’s corpse, contemplating if he could honestly resort to cannibalism. The though..
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Chapter Two
A LOUD RUMBLING reverberated from inside Charlie’s stomach. The abandoned gunslinger longed for food, he longed for whiskey. He..
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Chapter Three
CHARLIE WATCHED THE tumbleweeds blow by in waves of taunting sand, the sun laughing straight into his skin and exploding through th..
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I'm burning....oh the flames...they burn......ouch
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