Upon entering through the back door of my humble home, I remove my jacket along with my hat and place them in their proper places. Briskfully making my way to the kitchen where "dreams are made". Foraging through the counters, scavenging in and out of the pantry, combing through my refridgerator, yet nothing is to be found. I sit and stare blankly ( Read more... )

Fuck the Bullshit

In this world alone, I feel like home ( Read more... )

Just moments ago I took participation in a conversation with Paul Corey, the airport fueler. We spoke of many things and at the same time nothing at all. The topic was how the United States is falling apart as a country. We listed all of our own reasonings supporting this statement. Then slowly began discussing how there is no way we can fix it ( Read more... )

"Morning Thoughts ( Read more... )

Walking along the downtown city streets, I find myself kneeling to pick up a lone feather ( Read more... )

I climb steadily up the oak tree ( Read more... )

I know a girl ( Read more... )

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