"I wonder if I'm really learning to make it hurt less,
or if I'm just burying it deeper than before"
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written by D. The vividness of color was spectacular. Lambent bristles of a fine brush, and skilled hands seemed to have imbued the pi... -
He grabbed the doorknob, twisted, and practically threw the door open. Kevin jumped straight up off his futon, so swift... -
"Death Sows A Bright Seed" Poem and all drawings by D. © Hello. Fancy meeting you here. . . .oh, wait . . . I probably invi... -
Stygian Rails by D. It was the sickly curdling of my stomach that first rudely escorted me into any outskirts of consciousness. My hear...
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