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An Embodied Unbalance The rhythm of my equator is off balance. A distant chord struck down by lightning off in a blue black with rays of fervid violence that sweep ...

“Damn right, you do.” Colin grinned sinisterly. (reword. Maybe Colin sneered? This sounds strange) The hand from his shirt snaked around Micah’s throat, coiling round him like a Boa Constrictor,

Intense. At first I was wondering where this poem was going but I ended up loving the analogy. Creepy little boys. Grr!

Styler Wayne was not always Styler Wayne. He wore a great many face. Depending on the day he could anyone but he chose a few favorites: Brock Borderman, an influential ...

Right on, man. I want to know know what the heck happened! If you continue to post this I'll continue reading it. I only have a few suggestions that you ...

**I know I'm starting late so tell me if this post isn't cool** Perspiration began to form on Adisons' forehead as he maneuvered his way through a small crowd of ...