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Harsh Times: Alcohol Poisoning I don’t have very much in common with George Bernard Shaw, well who’s to say; it’s not as if I’ve had the...

A basement, Somewhere in New York City 8:47PM The rain beat down on the small window pane like a hail of ammunition from a Nazi...

These nights are always quiet, usually no phone calls or text messages; only the hollow sound of a constant longing for Matthew inside my...

Recollection I – “The Way She Dances”/Jessica I’ve always been fascinated with the relationship between memories and music, a bond which...