Socks in the cradle of a chair ( Read more... )

I feel weird being on a computer -- I don't like it. I like typing, though ( Read more... )

Today I superceded a "problem." I asked out a girl named Moriah, she told me no, and I don't care. I went into it knowing I had thought about it for a long time and done nothing about it, I knew the reasons she could say no before she did and accepted them when she did, and felt accomplished afterward. Can't complain, can I? I feel good. But like I ( Read more... )

The world is a playground -- undefined. My expression is a poem truth wrote for me to use in explaining my love to you ( Read more... )

Do you ever accidentally feel alive, feel like a real creature? Do you smell your sweat? Do you feel your veins and can you touch them when they bulge from your arms from labor? Do you ever get dirty from actual, old fashioned dirt? Do your hands get rubbed raw, do your feet swell? Can you smell your sex? Do you see things again for the first time ( Read more... )

Quiet ( Read more... )

It's cliche enough to say that life is moving too fast these days.

But who would slow down?

Father ( Read more... )

Depths

of beauty.

.It's okay.

"Gezzus Christ, Loyd, my car broke down again." John indignantly glared at an open hood as if its state of inoperation was a personal vendetta accomplished. Cars made minimal attempts as they drove by to give them room at the side of the road -- they were all headed somewhere more important. The conversation continued: "I mean, really, they can ( Read more... )