Original stories by Todd Clay Stuart



She was half angel, half angel dust, with eyes like coal mines that could cave in any time. Wore my dirty tee shirts straight off the floor. Wrote i love the fuck out of you in purple lipstick on the cracked bathroom mirror; keyed when it all hurts, nothing hurts on the...

Todd Clay Stuart

Writer. Poet. Apparition.

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