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As of now, this site has been decommissioned. While I still enjoy the famdom and actively participate (in forms of discussion more than anything else) I've decided to make this an archive site. My lackluster writing ability as of recent times has kept me from creating a story in months which makes me sad because writing Joshtin was something I enjoyed. Hopefully, by some miraculous happening in the cosmos, I will be granted the inspiration to throw JC and Justin into an outrageous scenrio. For now, here is the old, albeit questionable, stories. If you need to get a hold of me, for any reason, e-mail me at: mocha_soulchild@hotmail.com
Stories
heros in photographs
though with you
city life
asleep on a concrete pillow
a man of convenience
tsunami
sattelite
things to do in L.A. when you are dead
drabble #1
drabble #2
drabble #3
drabble #4
no way out
love and a .45
frailty
whiskey
the self-condemnation of angels
a fistful of dynomite
cry
control
$50.00 and a bottle of jack
a man scorned
be silent my son
destiny
judas
everything and nothing at all
psalms for the deceased
losing my favorite game
conversation, coffee, and cigarettes
slut boy
porn, white lines, and blue eyes
things you can tell just by looking at him
pretend
careless assumptions
starter [I]   [II]   [III]   [IV]   [V]
eventually
sleep to dream
the straight camp
drug ballad [not Joshtin]  [I]   [II]
forgive me father
untitled  [I]   [II]
to justin on his 21st birthday
you are mine
revenge
tragic kingdom
somehing in the way he moves
blood on the ground
fast as you can
fag  [I]   [II]   [III]   [IV]   [V]
jesus or a gun  [I]   [II]
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