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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: Quote of the day

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? Quote of the day. For you to indulge me in the luxury of this confession, half of which you already know - that I am a man and not a fist, and that, frankly, too much have I sliced up this city, as easy as a cake - I should offer you some thing or other in return, friend. How about this? Posted by Fist at 13:28. Fragments of a City. The Thief of Fists II. The Official Interview Game. Say hello to cityfist.

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: 04.05

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? What was the last poster you saw, pasted up upon a public wall? True, it will come to nothing. Yet we do not know, you nor I, whether this is tomorrow, or one thousand years. Nor by whose fist, or if by a human hand at all it will come - and not merely earth's fate, for now our sometimes-glowing land. Posted by Fist at 16:21. The eye has been boasting again. The things I've seen! Posted by Fist at 17:53. All the cities ...

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: City of Trees

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? The knives of youth scratch into your bark, O city of trees, their emblems for eternal love, and in a graveyard. Your ground is dotted with the dregs of piss and puke; may deeper still reach your unpoisoned roots. They find no reason not to call you home, those twitching birds, those scurrying squirrels, that the city still has left. A religion that breathes only light and air: Your leaves attract no quarrel. This work ...

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: 02.05

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? Distracted by church bells chiming outside, bored while masturbating in bed, his mind was flitting about: Jolie nipples peanuts, brown rose yellow, chinks chicks chickens, farms horses whips, whispers MrWhippy MadamSpanky,. This is ridiculous. Give it a rest, I told him, enough is enough. Stop complaining, Fist, answered his Will. Those ex's loved a good spanking. Didn't they? And then, the brain tells the arm: Action!

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: City of Hatred

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? O City, city of hope and pain," asked I, the writing Fist, "when will I learn how to hate you again? Just a look over you, a listen to you, and the ways to hate you line up in a list. The maurading dogs, snapping at feet. The hypocrisy of fear and hurt, for we do not yet need reports like this. The Friday night puke, still dotting the street. The sirens chasing the happy slappers. Posted by Fist at 22:02. Please attribu...

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: The Thief of Fists II

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? The Thief of Fists II. Just last night, he the Thief of Fists was lurking in the pubs: O, how many fists there were poised, ready to rise and lay a punch? Then found themselves unfurled, with a finger pointing at a pint; with the lips mouthing off, about buying a round. Nothing. And who has thieved your fists, I ask him now. Who? Posted by Fist at 01:50. The Official Interview Game. Cities and Eyes IV. Cities and Eyes II.

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: 08.05

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? The knives of youth scratch into your bark, O city of trees, their emblems for eternal love, and in a graveyard. Your ground is dotted with the dregs of piss and puke; may deeper still reach your unpoisoned roots. They find no reason not to call you home, those twitching birds, those scurrying squirrels, that the city still has left. A religion that breathes only light and air: Your leaves attract no quarrel. This work ...

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: 03.05

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? Reclines in the unruffled air, observes that it's not too bad. The city's white-noise behind, the endless emails up front, and, between, all the fun of the swivel chair - not too bad to be back at work. Posted by Fist at 18:01. The Body Decides On A Holiday. The skin - under the hairs all scabs and spots - cries for a cleanse in a Turkish Bath. But, the prospect plain scares the crap out from the arse. The feet insist, ...

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City: Athens

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The Sagas of a Fist in a City. I am a fist in a city. And these are my stories. NSFW? We should not build around the dead city, like ants slowly raping a corpse; where taxis shuffle about a tenement blocks, it all ought just be left to rot.". So said the Eyes, overlooking Athens from the Acropolis, wishing this messy corner of the modern world was stopped, silent and unseen. But then, this fist of fingers itched with a different twitch:. And now new Athens sprawls below, ugly and unbold. Where once g...