Our Cargo Party
Fragments of a novel/Poem. A dysfunctional lover searches for freedom from fear.
Monday, 9 November 2026
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
Our Cargo Party: Zara
Our Cargo Party: Zara: He comes to me in bits, says he's wrong blood, somehow nothing fits, how he's ate his cake, more to life than this, his folks ...
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