chucking cell phones into the bushes |
6.19amidst the mulchy breeze, birds whistle and cars hum. (this is a world of endless cell phones now. i wished last night i would have the nerve to chuck mine in the woods.) i sit in the shade wat...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 19:56:00 GMT |
why i hate thomas kinkade |
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today begins and ends. it's a day with no time. the sun sets, so i assume the day has journeyed its usual course. i am almost to my twenty-fourth birthday. a boy i kno...
Posted by on Tue, 25 Apr 2006 18:26:00 GMT |
a glimpse of me |
so with acrylic paint dried on my fingers, soft lighting, (thank you ikea) the sound of the fiddle, and the taste of stove-top popped popcorn, (just the right amount of sodium) i relish in solitude an...
Posted by on Sat, 25 Feb 2006 19:11:00 GMT |
the beast in the jungle |
one of my favourite short stories of all times is The Beast in the Jungle by henry james.
i believe the quotation below sums up the story perfectly. james has a distinct way of depicting the com...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Dec 2005 09:34:00 GMT |
