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Keri Cerrigone
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I don’t think I’ve ever done this before, but I’m giving this book a rest. It seems like the author is talented, but it’s not for me. Planning to pick it up again for a second try on a rainy day. I was really hoping to like this one! No story, no plot, no hope. Just bleak, disjointed ideas and shock words.
— Jan 08, 2026 05:19PM
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Keith [on semi hiatus]
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Seth and I sat on the low narrow couch at the rear of our trailer in the woods so long ago. The space heater in the corner sputtered bad breath out into the small room. I reached over and tickled the roof of his mouth with my index finger. He laughed and did the same to me. We were drunk. We fucked with my hands over his face.
— Dec 09, 2025 02:21PM
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Keith [on semi hiatus]
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You held me up while I slumped and my knees buckled. Stay here. I fought, passing out; my face fell from your grasp. All I remember from that strange night: crying coming crying coming crying coming, locked in a horrible embrace.
— Dec 07, 2025 02:31PM
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Keith [on semi hiatus]
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To pass the time I dreamed up a make-believe coat of arms for myself consisting of a lichen-covered pepper tree flanked by mating deer.
— Dec 07, 2025 01:25PM
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Keith [on semi hiatus]
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Some of my hair got pulled out by an over-zealous fan while he was fucking me in the ass. My pussy cracked in half.
— Dec 07, 2025 09:07AM
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Keith [on semi hiatus]
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It was possible that the accumulation of past expired caresses clinging to my skin meant that all the men really wanted was just a giant fuckgrab with each other. I was simply the conduit for their wild desire. I was the gift from God that made their wishes come true.
— Dec 07, 2025 09:07AM
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Keith [on semi hiatus]
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...me, following me like the shadow on the glass.
Whispers in the hissing rain. It needs to rain to feed what has sprung up in the wake of this generosity. Greedy, greedy forest.
— Dec 07, 2025 08:02AM
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Whispers in the hissing rain. It needs to rain to feed what has sprung up in the wake of this generosity. Greedy, greedy forest.
Keith [on semi hiatus]
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The abortion that non-decision now but a seeping memory; it disgusts me more with each passing day. Now I know differently, that there are no accidents. There is only that new life coaxed out of not knowing, or forgetting to care. There is rape. But barring the latter, what if you did know? And what if you did care? Would things turn out differently? Would the world be a different place?
I ran away, but you hunted...
— Dec 07, 2025 08:02AM
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I ran away, but you hunted...
Keith [on semi hiatus]
is on page 111 of 172
Sleeping on an offramp with the rain falling around me. Baby, sometimes I'm so carefree, with a joy that's hard to bide some hubby vomits into my ear.
— Dec 07, 2025 07:49AM
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