The season of hunting

THE SEASON OF HUNTING It is the spring, the season of my hunting, And I'm awaken from the winter doze, I'm a volcano which begins erupting, The smell of love fills my perceptive nose!.. I[…]

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Visionary

Visionary Some call me a visionary, others a nerd, but most call me perverted. That's why I'm in this institution, undergoing mundane group therapies, watching headcases substantiate their titles, and secretly flushing the medicinal concoctions[…]

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Yearly vacation

Every year, my mother, brother, and I would took a vacation upstate to see family. There we would stay at my Uncle Ron and Aunt Cindy's house. Living there was my 12 year old cousin[…]

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