CHEQUE-MATE.

Dear Client, Picture the good Lord – in brilliant white robes like burning magnesium – standing next to ravishing Golden Gates holding a paper that shines like the sun. That

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What’s Behind The Image?

Does Uhuru Kenyatta fart in his blankets? Does he make it worse by sniffing around as if hoping that this time it’ll smell like citronella? I know he’s the president

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Black.

  I had never spoken to her before in my life. But when I did, she couldn’t hear anything I was saying. Love can be as deaf as it is

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Nocturnal Enuresis & Being A Form 4.

  Maybe the devil isn’t a lier. Maybe we just put the blame on him to make ourselves feel better. Because blaming someone or something other than yourself is somewhat

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There Is No Title For This One.

As I quickly write this blog, I am struggling to find what it is for. Like what it’s purpose is. But then my blog has been quite dormant and I

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Few Things Last Forever.

Had he not looked in that direction, Oliver would never have know what the essence of life is. He was not sure whether he had seen a prettier girl in

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You Know What, Fuck It!

He said my blog was down, that it bores him when he has to come here looking for beautiful new stories then he has to bear the disappointment of finding

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Does Your Wallet Make You Happy?

On a little stool near the glass table lies a brown wallet. It was bought one random evening on a street in South B at 9PM in the night. Oliver

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Don’t Gaze At Ceilings, It’s A Trap!

A little SQ somewhere in South B is a cremation chamber. Global warming has decided to warm this tiny overpriced structure a little bit more than anywhere else. It is

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