writing about cooking here:
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uploading fiction here.


life storieshow to get kicked out of your houselife stories
So I've been living out of a few garbage bags and backpacks since I was 16 years old. I've never really had a whole lot of possessions or your typical adolescent life. In that span of time, I've made a ton of amazing friends(each of whom I'd take a bullet for), been part of two punk rock bands, gone through three lip rings, two mohawks, lived at five different residences and accrued (is that how you spell it?) maybe twenty to thirty artifacts. I've never been able to hold down a job for more than six months or jump to the next tax bracket. I'd like to preface this by saying, through thick and t


of wolves, gods and time We awoke to wolves snarling, fangs glinting through thick slivers of darkness, pastels of night. The whites of our eyes, the sheen of our teeth shone brightly, our ebony skin assimilated in darkness. We had been hunting the white man since Thursday and we still were hungry, crazed with a euphoric buzz. The hum, the quiet electricity became collective within our unconscious. We were enslaved to this white man; caged by an archaic familiarity. The wolves, baying, necks outstretched, silhouetted within one another’s ivory fangs. Echoing in the concaves, pockmarks of the moonof wolves, gods and time

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Reality has more unrealistic things then fiction.
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Reality has more unrealistic things then fiction.
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Reality has more unrealistic things then fiction.
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Reality has more unrealistic things then fiction.
Here is link for game.
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Reality has more unrealistic things then fiction.
arting!
p.s. that is a fantastic photo
p.p.s. don't you love the word privy?
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