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Meat Cleaver MemoriesA Poem by Michael StevensBefore the Arrogant Hangover comes The Meat Cleaver Memories night! |
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Red Hot Chili Pepper Kind of GuyA Story by beccaJust some fiction about a girl who stopped over to a boys apartment. |
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A Ride to MarsA Poem by Alfred Kukitzparty during school hours |
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HungoverA Poem by Emily FeretI had to write a poem for class where we take our audience through the senses of something; how something tastes and feels and such, this is what I ca.. |
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Farewell to SorrowA Story by nateblackmtThis short story is meant to depict the hells and horrors that alcoholism and immense anguish can cause to a person. It is in no way meant to be taken.. |
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Smutty ModelsA Poem by timothyedwardsocial comments |
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December 24thA Poem by Rosegal95the first time I got drunk, which started a binge for me that lead me to a destructive road... |
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My Sweet AddictionA Poem by Angela SparksMy sweet addiction Like homemade wine Like the summers first wind Or the sunshine My sweet addiction Like the warm breeze In the co.. |
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I'm through being a sketch.A Story by antonioI hang a lot around bars and pubs. I always sit at the counter alone for five tings: smoke, drink, reading, drawing, and writing. And most of times th.. |
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Freestyle Writing 4A Story by Gabriel's Last Breath (ba..I couldn't make this up. This happened to me, unfortunately; but kinda fortunately. |
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Drunk PrinceA Poem by GloI wanted you to crave meto love me and hold me;Maybe I had high expectationsNaive and wanting to believe in the fairy tales I read as a child.But, my .. |
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Drunk MagicA Poem by Helen RuppA short silly/puerile poem |
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DrunkA Poem by KierstynThey say the brightest things must come from darkness, But this is not the case. If this is a game... I don't want to play. No m.. |
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Cupid's ReachA Poem by Alfred Kukitztouched by a myth |
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KitesA Poem by Karishma MagvaniHe likes it when she is high & drunk like a kid.The innocence inside her floats in her eyes with a sober smile,Hiding her face in the drizzle of h.. |
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Moving OnA Poem by trista broomeI find myself drinking to feel numb becausefeeling the absence of feelingis better than feeling nothing at all,right?So these drunken words are my sob.. |
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