Fiction & Poetry
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Everyone was dying on the boat.
My Lovely Neighbor [Excerpt]
I spent the entirety of the morning masturbating.
Ruffling Feathers
Don doesn’t know how it started really. Probably in increments.
Hotglue SOF
Billionaire beats off on Basquiat original 🙁 sorry
bed
my friend asked me what i was doing. from my bed I said “getting groceries.”
JESUS FUCK JESUS FUCK OH GOD HELP ME OH FUCK GOD PLEASE
i loved her with my life.
Always Crying
She’s fucking crying again. I can’t stand it when she cries.
Hell’s Orchestrator
I pushed up the stairs towards the tenth floor of his building–a high rise of dark, stained concrete. My pulse doubled, nervousness and blood pumping into my legs.
Crowley
The ghost is on his knees in the foot-space of a mahogany desk.
Consent to Patience
I write when I´m not tired, I don´t know why, I guess for the pleasure of passing time, and maybe making someone passing later.