or, "A Brief History of My Time, So Far".

It seems too lofty an undertaking for me to write an Artist’s Statement, but perhaps my left hand is up to the job.  After all, it was my left hand that set me apart from the first day of kindergarten, and later distinguished my supreme reign year after year as the class Artist.  A “good ( Read more... )

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JULY13
Adam --------

hey how is it going. I have not been able to get ahold of you by phone. Here is my cell number text me ---------- love yah hun...

JULY 13
Adam --------

sitting here in life skills grad...Will i make it through my trials and tribulations. Am i saved or am i am damned. I have a higher power that i give my will over. Hope for ( Read more... )

is a bit like the lonely sound of echoing laughter as you walk home from work at night, accompanied by the even lonelier feeling that somehow, it's at you ( Read more... )

are crooked and sort of jumbled in there; I remember them gradually coming in that way when I was a kid. Distraught, I asked my mom about it, and she explained that they were probably too big for my jaw. That was the future of my mouth forming in there, bits of bone protruding in slow motion, each on a collision course for its neighbour ( Read more... )

...and you too, Adam.

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I'm not like them ( Read more... )

...not in words, but in time.

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Did I mention I now have a bedroom? Did I mention I didn't have a bedroom, and for a good four months was sleeping in the kitchen? I made a fort. It wasn't age-appropriate at all. I probably shouldn't have told people at work about it. But I gotta say, now that I'm once again sleeping like a big girl, four walls and a door have never felt more like ( Read more... )

well. been a while ( Read more... )