.REACH. |
.REACH.ReachCause what Im notIs too far for you to reach upAnd for me to reach backSo try. ReachCause what Im notIs too weak to carry youAnd for me to carry your burden tooAt least till you can car... Posted by on Wed, 04 Mar 2009 22:06:00 GMT |
if i were, would you? |
if i were that guy, would you love me or leave me as i lie
fight the good fight, for all of my wrong, for all of my right
for all of my life? Posted by on Tue, 25 Nov 2008 06:29:00 GMT |
California Freedom, Home & Proposition 8 |
California Freedom
'Home & Proposition 8'
An essay by:
Patrick Allen Agagni
I respect every person's rights Blame it on my parents, my family, my upbringing, and my home. That h... Posted by on Sat, 08 Nov 2008 19:50:00 GMT |
.Newseek. |
It's rare that I ever want to comment on news pieces. Often I read them, I swirl them around in my head for a bit, come to my own conclusions and then shut the door. Waiting ... Posted by on Mon, 21 Jul 2008 01:20:00 GMT |
.twin earth. |
Apparently, astronomists strongly believe they are on the verge of finally discovering "twin earths"; even within our own galaxy. A theory that had long been considered probable, but soon will have pr... Posted by on Thu, 26 Jun 2008 10:22:00 GMT |
.Alaska. |
.Chapter 1.
"Mama Birds, Queen Bees... and Raija"
The great irony of this life is that some people stand still and whatever it is they are looking for finds them and they didn't even have to try... me... Posted by on Sat, 31 May 2008 02:44:00 GMT |
22 (Masturbating in Public) |
22. It states plainly.
A number small. Minute, really. Or huge. Possibly. Though, that would depend greatly on the context with which the number is applied.
To sexual partners? Muffins, donuts,... Posted by on Mon, 05 May 2008 20:56:00 GMT |
.how to fly. |
Sparrow, oh
it's me, a fair ol' chap
asking, as I've been asking, how to fly...
why oh why, nigh to nigh
with care and ease, could I do as I please?
could i soar, disappear, be gone, as t... Posted by on Wed, 09 Apr 2008 23:36:00 GMT |
.simplicity. |
Why can't things just be simple again?
Black and white.
Instead of these vivid and colorful shades of grey.
Change.
The soul hiding like a scared and weeping child in the darkened chamb... Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 22:20:00 GMT |
.letters to jenny. |
Venice Beach.
The year was 2001.
Jenny, one of the few childhood friends I had that came with me into adulthood, was leaving California for a wild summer abroad in Europe. For ages she h... Posted by on Mon, 03 Dec 2007 00:51:00 GMT |