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dharmapunk33

Date Joined: March 6, 2008
Last Login: Nov. 16, 2008

7 Comments by dharmapunk33

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1 dharmapunk33 7 months ago Context

good beginning!


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1 dharmapunk33 7 months, 1 week ago Context

I enjoyed where you took the story! I guess you deserve the kudos you spoke of in the comment you left on http://storymash.com/u/dharmapunk33/higinano/


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1 dharmapunk33 7 months, 1 week ago Context

Thanks!


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2 dharmapunk33 7 months, 2 weeks ago Context

**fingers crossed**


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2 dharmapunk33 7 months, 2 weeks ago Context

Thank you,I appreciate the comments! Looking forward to reading some of your work WildGypsy!


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2 dharmapunk33 7 months, 2 weeks ago Context

Great story. Had my attention throughout the entire read. I enjoyed the lil twist at the end. =) Maybe I'll add to this but I'm more interested on what else you can add to it.


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1 dharmapunk33 7 months, 2 weeks ago Context

I enjoyed the story. Was wondering if you would like to collaborate or continue a chapter on one of my stories?
http://storymash.com/u/dharmapunk33/higinano/


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5 Chapters by dharmapunk33

I realized my physical life was but a drop of water taken from the ocean. Every element from the ocean was contained within that single drop of water. And now here I was, being put back into the ocean from which I came."
It took him 5 trips on and off the bus before his being kicked off was complete.He had 2 soiled duffel bags, a few bags of groceries,his bicycle and a box of junk.The situation had trouble written all over it.
Promises unkept, a face his own children haven't met. Who is this fine looking man? A man who beats mothers with anger motivated swings from his hand.
he nods, they nod Its him, we got him Sirens, loud, they nod he nods behind the shimmering glass, below the blue red and blue and red red and blue lights he nods, they nod they go and I stay
Thats often the thing about drugs.You get acid freaks trying to "break on through" only to come out of it and jumble whatever beautiful insight the gods gave them.This has happened to me once, maybe more,but,I only bring up memories from that one tri