I'm convinced more and more every night that being awake is the afterlife to my dreams. To be more specific, I die often in my dreams -- shot, stabbed, zombified and decapitated, what have you. I lay there damaged and done for, everything fades to black and then -- AWAKE -- I'm staring at the drool on my pillow and rubbing the goop from my eyes ( Read more... )

MicroscopeFor once ( Read more... )

No matter how many times I think about the same things ( Read more... )

Ah man, I can't believe how long I've gone without hearing her again.
So. Much. Love for this.

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New post in the Sketch Blahhg http://sock-a-jew-ear.blogspot.com/

Heerres the first installment of a story I may or may not decide to continue writing. Yuppity. Play the video while you read it :D ( Read more... )

I am not one that is able to stop ( Read more... )

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Apparently I am very safe for gumming, and the best friend of many-a-toddler 'round the world...not to mention lead and PVC-free. Woop.


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Annnd here's another little thing I wrote.

We know how the wind flows,
Towards us, picking up the dust.
And the windows are open
And the Candles are blowing
Out.

Finding the right road,
May be taking the wrong path.
And the birds are all flying
In circles around you, while you're
Stranded on the ground.

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