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Growing up in High School With Sex, Black People, & Dinosaurs

Growing up in High School With Sex, Black People, ..

A Book by Clint Binkley


It's stories from my point of view on life and my stories i expirenced. There also stories from my friend Hannah's point of view and her stories.
Dirty B*****s

Dirty B*****s

A Chapter by Clint Binkley


It's a story from Hannah's point of view.
Party Crashers

Party Crashers

A Chapter by Clint Binkley


Another chapter from Hannahs point of view
Bar work and the burden of consciousness

Bar work and the burden of consciousness

A Poem by Owenh1


Always learning Never serving Simply falling Into swabs of red Of pure descent. Every corner, shop floor morning Cruising pictures Every tim..
Balanced weight-loss management

Balanced weight-loss management

A Story by nellJohn harydy


Weight loss may be the think of many, and the ones are generally undertaking what they probable could possibly perform best – eating habits, dem..
Just about the most powerful health supplement

Just about the most powerful health supplement

A Story by elainemolina


A result of the deficit of research in relation to many diet supplements,
Peace

Peace

A Story by AkashGoel


The true meaning of peace.
Living

Living

A Poem by zainul


Living with the least
Cereal Box

Cereal Box

A Poem by raerae


Good to be back writing nonsense poems I have to admit
Listen

Listen

A Poem by Melanie


A Need to be Heard
Satanic Love

Satanic Love

A Poem by Natalie M writes...


Perhaps God was once a santanic lover
a "get down" sky

a "get down" sky

A Poem by Shirlena


hello Mr. Cheerio
New Beginnings (Tanka #16)

New Beginnings (Tanka #16)

A Poem by MandaBear


Everybody needs a new beginning sometimes
composition nouveau

composition nouveau

A Poem by Shirlena


the idea of starting over
Pope

Pope

A Poem by Enigma


Praise beto the men in uniformand the women alldressed in blackawaiting thedeath of thepope.
To Be Continued

To Be Continued

A Poem by misunderstandings of the ..


I think that was you, looking at me.A haunting stare- both awareBut to what degree?Our freshness and fervor,I could sense even then.I wish I could see..
Winter

Winter

A Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque


Winter season