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Emward.

Always the eye watching you and the voice enveloping you. Asleep or awake, working or eating, indoor

About Me

I edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4/AI write fiction.

My Interests

Writing. Reading. Living my life.

I'd like to meet:

Tori Amos. Maybe I'll get to meet her when Dubs and I see her in Philly!

Music:

The Beatles. Pink Floyd. Paul McCartney. Ben Folds. Tori Amos. Danny Elfman.

Movies:

The Shawshank Redemption. Rocky-Rocky VI. A Beautiful Mind. Forrest Gump. Edward Scissorhands. Big Fish. When Harry Met Sally. Pee Wee's Big Adventure. First Blood.

Television:

Cheers. Freaks and Geeks. Seinfeld. The Simpsons. Arrested Development.

Books:

It's a tie between "The Grapes of Wrath" and "Dreamcatcher."

Heroes:

Mama. Stephen King. Sylvester Stallone. Paul McCartney.

My Blog

A Posse in All of Us.

The room looks so young. Barren, with cheap little trinkets on my desk to get me through: C.O. Bigelow lip gloss, hair-ties, five-month-old Gobstoppers, and my trusty dictionary and thesaurus. Almost ...
Posted by Emward. on Tue, 08 May 2007 07:09:00 PST

By Popular Demand.

I remember when I first saw you. You looked so modernso differentand I found myself drawn to you. It was in the seventh grade that we met, and your presence in my life has made all the difference. ...
Posted by Emward. on Thu, 03 May 2007 10:25:00 PST

Riveting Beat.

Do you ever get sick of talking? My eyes are sleepy to the music, and to this little life I lead. Though soon enough I'll be entirely new. Come with me, my dear.
Posted by Emward. on Wed, 02 May 2007 10:27:00 PST

Time for This. (Whatever that May Be).

Red head. Red head, in bed. High school slowly seeping away; but her taste still lingers. Have a lick. I can hear you, talking at night. Let's pretend we don't exist.  Teeth glow in the dark, as ...
Posted by Emward. on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 09:01:00 PST

Roth on the Desk.

I love closing. At work, I mean. When you've stood by the door for hours, watching the sun give way to darkness and the trees glisten with their white lights, it gives great satisfaction to twist the ...
Posted by Emward. on Sat, 28 Apr 2007 03:09:00 PST

I Hope You are Under My Seat, and Safe.

I just have to leave a few lines before hopping in the shower. Forgive me. Sleep pulled at my eyelids this morning, incessantly tugging at my brain. I was in the company of my dearest friends; one a p...
Posted by Emward. on Wed, 25 Apr 2007 09:07:00 PST

Ever.

Mmm. Snowballs. The pink ones are my favorite, and what remains of this morning snack is just about gone. Some of the chocolate crumbs dropped between the keys on my keyboard, to be forever trapped in...
Posted by Emward. on Tue, 24 Apr 2007 07:21:00 PST

And His Opinion. . .(So You Never Have To Choose)

So apparently there's some guy running around campus who's obsessed with Stephen King and wants to father Tori Amos' babies. I think we should meet. ...
Posted by Emward. on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 02:45:00 PST

Dragging My Thoughts.

"So small, couldn't stand at all."I don't even care how terribly typical this is.You said to be typical, remember? Glass in the feet.Mrs. Lucas, from the first of grades. Playground playing, Pink Floy...
Posted by Emward. on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 07:44:00 PST

Maybe God Will Show Up.

Kayla talks to me. We've talked a lot about philosophy lately--she takes notes for me so we can discuss our eudaimonias over a healthy Lawrence meal. And plenty of icecream with rainbow sprinkles, of ...
Posted by Emward. on Wed, 18 Apr 2007 09:51:00 PST