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Anatomica

Anatomica

A Story by abejoyal


Topher took his drag of his cigarrette, a checker. He didn't like them nearly as much as the pleasant sweet flavour of djarum blacks, but he couldn't ..
And His Picket Sign Bled

And His Picket Sign Bled

A Poem by abejoyal


With a burning passion That voice spoke into him How change must come Not with violent exicution Nor the opportunity for escalation The day came ..
The Allegory of the Fairytale

The Allegory of the Fairytale

A Story by abejoyal


"Fairy tales percieve and describe a world which grows up inopposition to an uncertain, confusing, unclear and menacing reality...fairy tales cry..
Arguments On the Human Ego

Arguments On the Human Ego

A by abejoyal


It is my intention here to describe the relationship of both the personal and societal egos with the betterment of society versus the continument of ..
The Dead Rabbit Cycle

The Dead Rabbit Cycle

A Poem by abejoyal


The burning sensations Of indavidualistic times We hope to come about Such a curious scandal For too many years Have the pipes and needles Been ..
The Tall-Children

The Tall-Children

A Story by abejoyal


The monk walked up to his student, ready to tell him of more, which the student sought to learn. He could not be called a teacher, for that would..
The Night Will Walk

The Night Will Walk

A Poem by abejoyal


This is the base of your spine Where needles grow And Moths fly Where all eyes devour stone Where nerves are fluidous And opinions are ..
And We Were Wall Watchers

And We Were Wall Watchers

A Poem by abejoyal


And We Were Wall Watchers We were those who grew up next to playground fences Who befriended traffic Who had inordinate fears We were those who ..
The Gypsy Circus

The Gypsy Circus

A Story by abejoyal


Tristan exited the convenience store one morning, drink in hand, looking down the paved hill that had once been the booming main street of this now..
The Silent Judge

The Silent Judge

A by abejoyal


Feeding off fish that lived in the mud Long before the stench of European blood Living in the dark so that I could stay cool Forever have I lived..

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