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They say it gets easier with time, but they say a lot of s**t, don't they? With no means of proof or backing it up, maybe it's the superstit..

there used to be a point in this but i can't seem to remember what it was or where it went, in the night in all this clingy darkness it left and i..

Betrayal comes in all flavours, with all manner of motives.

Mother's Little Helper BY. CHRISTOPHER B. JONES MORNING. A robin was perched on the windowsill, his plumage shivering in th..

Really. Now. What do you think you're doing? scribbling Notes in a brokendown book Volumes left in the dark, musty and full of mould tell the Secr..

It's amidst the realm of sleep deprivation that things become clear. Tired... so tired... when will sleep come and claim me? "Sleep and his b..

Like all symphonies, my new NaNo project has an overture. A brief overview of what's to come. :D Now, I just hope I can finish it.

This is an experiment in shape. Written on a Post-it at work. See: Image.

i can feel it... [the] blood seething from [the] ruby coloured vein vain pain pray prey tell, how can you save us [you] wicked, wild jackelope of..

the blood flows like rivers down the landscape of.... the veins are opened like a broken sewer line gushing toxins, pouring forth onto the street ..