12.15.03

This morning, beauty found me. And I only paid fifty cents for a mug full of excellent coffee. As I mixed ( Read more... )

12.11.03

Scraps.

Each cold morning ride to the fear factory reminds that of all of my dreams, those of dignity and liberty ( Read more... )

I decided to start using this here livejournal contraption. Of course, all it will be is a mirror of my real journal:

wasteland