Oh Darby Conley, you make me giggle so ( Read more... )

"This lake is so dead," I drearily thought to myself. The snow on the dead trees gave it the feel of a black & white movie with no plot. The only thing interesting was her. Color in a sea of black and white. A red beacon of happiness and life. I slowly began to realize that just her lone prescence was enough to fill the entire lake with the life ( Read more... )

I realized shortly after writing up "Calculating the Distance Between Thought and Action" that if I was having trouble putting my thoughts and feelings through language, perhaps I should take a different artistic approach to it. So I put all my efforts into creating a song to represent my mood tonight. It can be found here ( Read more... )

Calculating the distance between thought and action. Understanding the action I hadn't thought. Thinking the thought I don't dare act upon ( Read more... )

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I feel so useless, I can't help a soul ( Read more... )

"Sadly, this stupid sickness surely stinks," Sammy Samson said to Sally Smith sourly. Sammy says so many silly statements.
"Surely you saved some salve Sammy?" striked Sarah so sure of her self.
"Sadly not so," said Sammy severely.
"So, sayonara Sammy" said Sarah, who split from the scene.
Sad, sad Sammy.

Red, Yellow, and Blue!
With just three colors comes more!
Green, Purple, and Orange!

"Sadly, this stupid sickness surely stinks," Sammy Samson said to Sally Smith sourly. Sammy says so many silly statements.
"Surely you saved some salve Sammy?" striked Sarah so sure of her self.
"Sadly not so," said Sammy severely.
"So, sayonara Sammy" said Sarah, who split from the scene.
Sad, sad Sammy.

A new set of literary walls have been destroyed by a wrecking ball in the form of a muse. This muse, whose writing is so expressive that one might say that a piece of her life is posted in her words every time she writes a personal passage, inspires me to play with words as if they were mere toys for my amusement ( Read more... )