Sing-a-long |
I wrote this for class. Humming a song he could not remember hearing, Adam shuffled amongst the agitated crowd under an archway into the Boston Common. Autumn arrived abruptly and Bostonians wa...
Posted by Micah Desmond on Fri, 02 Nov 2007 10:42:00 PST |
Shut Up. |
I talk much more than I act. In a way, talking (or thinking) allows me to do without actually doing. I hate not doing things.
Posted by Micah Desmond on Sun, 28 Oct 2007 02:13:00 PST |
Innocence Lost. |
I have more white t-shirts than anybody should ever have. Every single one is stained.I don't think life has a specific purpose beyond propagation, and even that seems like a forced answer.
Posted by Micah Desmond on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 04:06:00 PST |
Reflections Creating Reflections...Reflecting. |
"Life is beautiful, death is ugly. Death is beautiful, life is ugly." Everything ever can be this black and white and this contradictory. When I start to think about something from every angle I alway...
Posted by Micah Desmond on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 06:43:00 PST |
TV. |
It's hard to pretend the world is a place where things go right. It's harder to say I make an effort to change blatant injustices. I am weak, institutions are strong. I am desensitized to the amoralit...
Posted by Micah Desmond on Thu, 18 Oct 2007 09:46:00 PST |
Really? |
You think talking louder will make you sound better? You think your god commends you for your lackluster attempt at "preaching the good word" while talking about how drunk you are? You think I don't w...
Posted by Micah Desmond on Sat, 13 Oct 2007 02:03:00 PST |
The American Jigsaw Puzzle. |
I feel like a cog in a broken machine. No matter how hard I try there's no use in fixing, and I'll always be contributing to, the problem.
Posted by Micah Desmond on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 01:28:00 PST |
