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Jorge and The Art of Piss
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Ongoing, First published Apr 29, 2024
Mature
In a tale that weaves together themes of rage, redemption, and surrealism, 'Jorge's Journey' delves into the dark and chaotic depths of one man's inner turmoil. Beginning with a mundane act of relieving oneself, Jorge's world quickly spirals into madness as unchecked anger leads to a series of tragic and grotesque events. From destructive outbursts to surreal encounters in the afterlife, the story navigates through themes of guilt, regret, and the search for meaning amidst chaos. With each twist and turn, Jorge grapples with the consequences of his actions, ultimately facing a journey of self-discovery and redemption in a world where reality blurs with the surreal. 'Jorge's Journey' is a haunting exploration of the human psyche, filled with vivid imagery, dark humour, and a touch of existential dread.
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A WIP. An incoherent string of sentences thrown together and called a story. A narrative I vomited onto my MacBook during a 2 day ski trip. Great skiing. Not great writing. Enjoy if you can.