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AGE: 33
LAST LOGIN: December 31

mocking you since 1999

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torture THEN kill, are you dyslexic?
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Humor/Satire / Thelma goes on
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“. . . hotter than a summertime crawfish boil.” Thelma and Frank retired to the back porch trying to escape the heat from the kitchen. She liked to sit on the screened in porch and look at the picture of her late husband Delroy Jenkins that she kept above the door. “Alaw that man was a stallion,” she bellowed out to Frank who had run back inside to help himself to a fresh bowl of beer. “How in Jesus' name can you swallow that filth, it's hotter than a possoms poop hole". Even though she knew ...
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Humor/Satire / Thelma goes on
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3 Reviews   3 Comments
“. . . hotter than a summertime crawfish boil.” Thelma and Frank retired to the back porch trying to escape the heat from the kitchen. She liked to sit on the screened in porch and look at the picture of her late husband Delroy Jenkins that she kept above the door. “Alaw that man was a stallion,” she bellowed out to Frank who had run back inside to help himself to a fresh bowl of beer. “How in Jesus' name can you swallow that filth, it's hotter than a possoms poop hole". Even though she knew ...
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Stage Play / the divorce
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The Divorce Setting : A seaside house in Japan A small room. An old man sits on a large bamboo mat. In the background a raging sea can be heard crashing into a mountainside. In front of the man on the mat is a large pitcher of sake, a small glass, and a small plate of sushi. In his hand he twirls a pair of chopsticks. The room is lined with thin rice paper walls. There is candlelight from a shrine coming from the wall behind him, on the wall to his left is a small window. In the front left co...
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Short Story / fuck love and fuck you
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Last Flight To Brooklyn Mary always had trouble getting started. To say what she wanted to in a letter was tacky—she knew that there was an alternative way to end things—but goddamn it, she told herself, this is the only way that it’ll work. Any other way left too many possibilities, too many questions that could arise after fourteen years of being together. She didn’t want to see that inevitable look in his eyes, that blank stupid look of his. Fuck him, she thought. This is what he deserves....
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Short Story / Soiree On the Styx
note- milkshakes are usually front of house... (waitstaff) page two second line (City)- city page 2 3rd paragraph- (had slipped (escaped) her (or + out of her control) "day dragged itself", two lines down "Slowly the day wore away", I would cut one or the other, its not exact repetition but it still reads like it. page 3 top- and sighed. “My back is KILLING me!” she said. -a little awkward page 3- second to last paragraph- like "so many austere foot soldiers aligned against a foe who had yet ...
Poetry / The Next Call
I don't see anything that needs correction.. I would go ahead and submit to a journal.
this is nice for what it is but I am not really into structured poetry. If you are interested in expanding your craft, go get a copy of "the teachers and writers handbook of poetic forms"... I have been using it for almost 10 years and it is a great way to expand your bag of tricks...