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i'm sharing small space --alone time almost alwaysis with someone else

she stands before menaked and shivering, her eyesseductive, murmuring,"taste my piña colada,my dirty piña colada"

three hours to get theretime with parents -- lunch, yahtzee --three hours to get back

every passing dayi love Maine a little moreeven as i'm trapped

bluejays, robins, loons,falcons, woodpeckers -- the birdsare everywhere here.but where are the squirrels?there ought to be squirrels.

anguished cries of painsickening smells of shit and bloodthe sound of tearing flesh

Fálki H-Steve CSince 2018 we areRamen On Sunday