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Friday, February 27, 2015

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Friday, February 20, 2015

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Friday, February 13, 2015

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Thursday, February 12, 2015

Yellow

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She sits, stiff in the square-backed chair. Beside her, rotten flowers send their offense to mix with the subtle smell of tooth decay. She...
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Rabble

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Rabble rouse the dark horse, cannon. Gentle Mother. Lies and vacant lots of memory. Dance. Feel it now, grab it while you have the chance. T...
Friday, February 6, 2015

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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Friday, January 30, 2015

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Hey, writer-type folks. AND PEOPLE WHO JUST WANT TO PLAY BUT DON'T IDENTIFY AS 'WRITERS' -  all are welcome here!  Every Friday,...
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