Moment |
Morgan was midway through a sentance when he plucked a pine needle from our rucked sheets."and. . .a pine needle?" He held it in his hand, where it nestled amidst the natural folds of his skin. I pe...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Aug 2009 22:23:00 GMT |
Information... |
Where do we get it from? So many of the things we know, where do we 'know' them from? I was watching the little video on postsecrets here on myspace, and I saw the 'jail isn't anything like the movi...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Jan 2009 13:35:00 GMT |
Old time fun |
Written a year ago. But I still have fun reading it.Words. What are they, really? An excuse, a means to an end. You don't really understand them, do you? Not in the way they were meant. They're ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 22:40:00 GMT |
Thoughts to care for |
I opened boxes with Odessa today. Not the kind where you sort through it and process all the envelopes of money, rather the kind where you use the envelope cutter to open all of the envelopes an...
Posted by on Tue, 08 May 2007 00:03:00 GMT |
