Something... |
Well, I haven't tapped away for this portion of the page in a while. I honestly don't really look into myspace as much. But the close friends I keep within it keep me bonded. Well, i...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 05:46:00 GMT |
Next Generation. |
Where should I begin this one? There has been a long-enduring strife between my sister and her parents (primarily the mother) and it is something that I believe is extant amongst many parents of...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:16:00 GMT |
Paying with gift cards...that you just purchased? |
Ok. I work in a bookstore and it's a lovely job. I work with lovely people. I perform lovely tasks. And I get looooovely customers. But there's one in particular that I d...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 23:10:00 GMT |
STD’s in high school... holy moly |
My sister told me that her high school's (and I'll be a good boy and not name the school but I really should because parent's around the whole damn state should know, but I won't) senior class has an...
Posted by on Sat, 10 May 2008 22:45:00 GMT |
To those who saw Biloxi Blues |
I would like to thank all my friends who were able to watch me in Biloxi Blues. It was very kind of you to attend and even drink with me after. Every performance of that production was wel...
Posted by on Sun, 04 May 2008 20:40:00 GMT |
more unfinished crappola. |
Satellite Imagery
"Chad. Chad. Check this out."
Chad woke to Michael's face in the dim atmosphere of the tent. It was an incredibly frozen night and the electric heater didn't live up to anyone's exp...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 20:00:00 GMT |
Unfinished crappola. |
2007 was not my year and here's why.
When you happen to find a postcard or National Geographic photo of, oh, let's say "Fiji" (or any other spot in Micronesia) or you just let the imagination hit wh...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 19:56:00 GMT |
Pawn am i |
i feel like a pawn on a chessboard awaiting the calculated fingers of my player...
what square is next? can i trust him? will i die?
the tips are chilled, yet moist, tense, yet trembling.
...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:15:00 GMT |
Poem |
i have only a few months to go... but as time presses... as the second hand ticks away my weight becomes heavier
something in my chest has overgrown... has never been exposed to apollos brillia...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Jan 2008 00:09:00 GMT |
The Schilling House 3 |
(this was written kinda fast. Sorry!)
Realization
Claire is at first ridden with embarrassment as the many eyes look to her as if she were an immaculate offspring. Through the pale, unflinching ...
Posted by on Sat, 08 Dec 2007 23:55:00 GMT |
