Deceptive Dream

Gah!

2007-06-17T23:15:00.001-05:00

"I'm sorry for my incompetence!"
[mentally watch me make a fool of my self by being on my knees and bowing up and down, all the way to the floor rapidly]

*for teacher, I'm not asking you to check back when everything gets posted up when they do, just go by the date it should have been up and mark what you see according to whatever deadlines

*for my fellow cave people, ok, so I shouldn't have directed you to my assignment blog, it was wrong of me, now hurry along, go back to your caves, and you'll get your complete products on your weekly basis, this thing really was ridiculous for me :D But it's been fun, right?

*for my friends & er...co-workers of wherever, [mentally see me grinning like I do] Hey hey hey, I thought it'd be fun, never said I'd have the time.

*for my adoring fans, I really do wish you existed, bring me to the top of the world, and drop me to the ground, thank you for your lack of support! Who am I kidding, you've been fantastic! (really do wish I was famous and you existed)

*aaaaaaaand for myself, hey you, run, run for your liiiiiiiiiiiife! Can't you see you've wasted so many peoples, existing or not, time! Run, they're all out to get you!
"for my autograph?"
Nooooooooo, do you have a death wish?
"well...now that you mention it, wouldn't it be cool, if it were to happen like--"
shut up and start running!

"Oh cool! I found a penny!"

Responses to comments
anonn #1>> [Spencer JK.] Donky dicks aren't my thing...I prefer...I prefer....Seriously, I found a penny!
anonn #2>> maybe a little, unsure, tell me, how would you know when you sit....across the lamp in the city beyond my tree?
anonn #3>> [spencer again] most likely, but I'm not into sucking as per say...I'm more into smashing hammers onto broken fans, so I know which ones work!
anonn #4>> [Spencer] I soooooo wasn't! That wasn't a BJ ............ that wasn't its crotch either...It was someones face...or have you forgotten...psh, you were there dude!
anonn #5>> no no, this isn't the smell of dog shit...can't you smell...this is burnt magic rose...oooo, I saw then at loblaws today, and thought it'd be cool if i tried it! loblaws reminds me of lobsters...
anonn #6>> [Spencer] hey now, then that wasn't me...I was still serving them drinks in the other room...OMIGOODNESS I know who you saw! I't was you, in the mirror, with that other chick! I know, uh huh, cuz I walked in on you two...I think there was like three of you...you and her, and some blonde lady...she had a nice rack!
anonn #7>> LOL LOL LOL LOL....you're funny....English language? at the sun? been there done that, you know, they actually kinda speak a language that derives from French? So my learning there is like...a caterpillar turning into a bird, I'd rather go to the moon though, it hurts the eyes less if i'm there, and the dark side is cold, so I can wear a jacket...you can only take off so many layers of clothing.

Prologue of Circle within Circles [edited]

2007-06-17T21:33:00.000-05:00

She sat there, in the subway train, going north from Dundas Station to Sheppard, playing Dance Dance Revolution on her cell phone. Finally, that was the last of all her exams. Three hours long, of course she fell asleep sometime between the forty minute mark and the second hour mark, at least that forty minutes she was awake was enough time to finish. Which high school teacher was it that said that she’d be needing all the time she gets on university exams? Whatever, it must have been ‘her’, the one that thought I was just plain stupid to even get this far. Shows her. It’s not easy, but it’s not as hard as they made it out to be.

“Game Over!!” flashed on the tiny screen of her Motorola phone. Realizing she’s not really playing all that much attention, she put the phone into her bag, resigning herself to just listen to her mp3 player. Life was becoming boring, tiresome, and routine. She was getting sick of it all. Only ten minutes or so more, and she would be home. Home for some real sleep. Sleep… It feels as if it’s been an eternity since she last got enough. Even on weekends when she didn’t have assignments or work she' have to put on another social face. "Seriously, why is it so hard to get some down time?"

And then it hit her. She felt like she fell a mile, and jerked her head back up. She had dozed off. Just in time, the next stop, Sheppard Station, was just announced over the intercom. She gathered all three of her bags. A carry-on, a wheelie, a backpack, and her purse, of course. She got up, made her way to the door, and waited till the train slowly came to a stop. Walking over to the escalator, making her way to the eastbound platform, and resigned herself to drowsily wait for the train, strangely enough, both sides just happened to be unoccupied by a train. Both sides’ destinations were east. She’s having doubts about having decided to stay with her class mate for the month to be near the campus and for study purposes. Should have stayed home, then there wouldn’t be all this to carry, she wouldn’t be having that muscle cramp above her shoulder bone.

She rolled her shoulders and her head from side to side, and felt the air around start to move. And herd the distinct roar of the train make its way behind her. Damn, theories of relativity, that fifty/fifty chance, it wasn’t on her side today. Making her way into the train, she found her self a corner seat by the window, and made her self comfortable, waited four stops for Don Mills Station, making sure to stay alert now, if she fell asleep now, she wouldn’t be able to get real sleep when she gets home. She actually lives a little east of Don Mills Station, in a little apartment of her own. She used to have a room mate, who, a month ago, decided to move in with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t be able to take the bus, it’s too late, about two, now she’s regretting spending ‘a little’ time to celebrate after the exams with her friends. At least she didn’t drink too much, keeping in mind the last time.

Luckily, her neighbour, a lady who happens to adore her, is kind and offered to give her a ride back to the apartment. “Hello, Miriam, hi, it’s Selene, I’m here.” Miriam, her neighbour lady, had asked Selene to give her a call when she gets there. Selene could swear, her head was spinning, and she was just so tired. Guilt suddenly swallowed her, Miriam probably had an even tiresome day, six year old twin girls and a job, calling her out to pick up some girl in the middle of the night now seems like a stupid agreement. They met one night last summer, Selene was waiting for an elevator, ready to go out with some friends, and when the elevator doors chimed open, Miriam had one of her daughters in her arms, sleeping, and the other held onto the opposite hand, dragging her feet in exhaustion. Selene, for some reason or another, decided not to ignore it, she offered to carry the sleeping one in while Miriam unlocked her suite. Miriam had made a joke about day cares, Selene not quite paying attention offered to care for the children in the day while she was out at work.

“I’m so sorry for making you pick me up, I should have just stayed the night there and come in the morning,” Selene immediately said getting into the minivan.

“Nonsense, my mother-in-law came to visit, you know how it gets when the relatives visit, everyone stays up all night and sleeps all day, she just came today, the girls are still playing with what their grandma brought them,” Miriam said in her Chinese accented fast talking way, with a smile. “So do you have any plans for the summer?”

“Yeah! Sleep!”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, you look terrible! We’re going to take my mother-in-law site seeing, take her to our China Town, and Pacific Mall, and Kensington market, she’ll see, Toronto is more Chinese than China!”

“Your plan is almost as good as mine.”

"You know what honey, you should try some good old meditation, or take a walk with nature! This busy city life with school stress and everything gets everybody exhausted pretty badly. maybe go camping, or go to some lakeside cottage, go on vacation. You know, maybe I can ask my mother-in-law to take you with her for a little while when she leaves, new experiences you know, they do magic! Besides, my husbands family is from a very small farm town back home, maybe that's just what you need, you know. You should come meet her, she'll like you, I'm sure you'll like her too!"

"Umm...I don't have the money to go travelling just yet, maybe next summer, but all the other stuff sounds fantastic." They talked the rest of the short way, and finally, Selene was able to fall into her bed. Not caring to change, wash up, eat, or anything else, just sleep, tonight, not even her thoughts will be able to keep her awake.

I will have the full story posted Monday Morning...
My Excuse is silly and stupid...
Left my memory stick at work...lame

Short story -incomplete

2007-06-08T06:53:00.000-05:00

I'll add on section by section with in today, I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner,
I'll just add it to this post, there'll be only one post, thank you. I desparately need to shorten it.
But I don't know how.

Prologue

She sat there, in the subway train, going north from Dundas Station to Sheppard, playing Dance Dance Revolution on her cell phone. Finally, that was the last of all her exams. Three hours long, of course she fell asleep sometime between the forty minute mark and the second hour mark, at least that forty minutes she was awake was enough time to finish. Which high school teacher was it that said that she’d be needing all the time she gets on university exams? Whatever, it must have been ‘her’, the one that thought she was just plain stupid to even get this far. Shows her. It’s not easy, but it’s not as hard as they made it out to be.

“Game Over!!” flashed on the tiny screen of her Motorola phone. Realizing she’s not really playing all that much attention, she put the phone into her bag, resigning herself to just listen to her mp3 player. Life was becoming boring, tiresome, and routine, she was getting sick of it all. Only ten minutes or so more, she’d be home. Home for some real sleep, sleep, it feels as if it’s been an eternity since she last got enough. Even on weekends when she didn’t have assignments or work, she’d have to keep up her oh so social face. Seriously, why is it so hard to get some down time?

And then it hit her, she felt like she fell a mile, and jerked her head back up. She had dozed off. Just in time, the next stop, Sheppard Station, was just announced over the intercom. She gathered all her bags, three of them, a carry on, a wheelie, a backpack, of course, and her purse. She got up, made her way to the door, and waited till the train slowly came to a stop. Walking over to the escalator, making her way to the eastbound platform, and resigned herself to drowsily wait for the train, strangely enough, both sides just happened to be unoccupied by a train. Both sides’ destinations were east. She’s having doubts about having decided to stay with her class mate for the month to be near the campus and for study purposes. Should have stayed home, then there wouldn’t be all this to carry, she wouldn’t be having that muscle cramp above her shoulder bone.

She rolled her shoulders and her head from side to side, and felt the air around start to move. And herd the distinct roar of the train make its way behind her. Damn, theories of relativity, that fifty/fifty chance, it wasn’t on her side today. Making her way into the train, he found her self a corner seat by the window, and made her self comfortable, waited four stops for Don Mills Station, making sure to stay alert now, if she fell asleep now, she wouldn’t be able to get real sleep when she gets home. She actually lives a little east of Don Mills Station, in a little apartment of her own. She used to have a room mate, who, a month ago, decided to move in with her boyfriend. She wouldn’t be able to take the bus, it’s too late, about two, now she’s regretting spending ‘a little’ time to celebrate after the exams with her friends. At least she didn’t drink too much, keeping in mind the last time.

“I’m so sorry for making you pick me up, I should have just stayed the night there and come in the morning,” Selene immediately said getting into the minivan.

“Yeah! Sleep!”

“Sounds like a good plan to me, you look terrible! We’re going to take my mother-in-law site seeing, take her to our china town, and pacific mall, and Kensington market, she’ll see, Toronto is more Chinese than china!”

“You plan is almost as good as mine.” They talked the rest of the short way, and finally, Selene was able to fall into her bed. Not caring to change, wash up, eat, or anything else, just sleep, tonight, not even her thoughts will be able to keep her awake.

Ooo...but look

2007-06-01T21:15:00.000-05:00

Cute!

And this

...check them out!

Oh shit...

2007-06-01T21:11:00.000-05:00

Ok...wish me luck
My year and half long writers block is still alive...

and Uh oh...I forgot to add something to the last post...

2007-05-27T23:10:00.000-05:00

My tree....it...shrivelled up!
I followed the instructions on how to care for it...
And I checked this morning...
and it was all dry and crackly...
wish me luck on bringing it back to health...

...Uh-ooh...

2007-05-27T22:43:00.000-05:00

Let me start by saying...no, I'm not in love with anybody...
Ok, so maybe I am, but it's not like that,
but I'm pretty sure the person who has taken my attention is aware of my thoughts.
And it's not 'love' per say...
But No, most of none of what I write about, or try to write about is about love,
some of them are, but it's not related, its a different kind of love.

You see...I'm romancing the seasons,
I once fell dead[head] over heals in love with the winter storm.
...Most of what I write are inspired by The Earth,
Whether it be urban life, or nature,
Life to death,
and All creatures alike, human and animal has no difference.

But Mixed & Fixed Measures has nothing to do with 'love'
It's more about hate, but lets not go there...
I don't think I can actually feel that with purity...
I'm very bad at hating...
I'm also very bad at 'loving.'
Because both of which aren't actual emotions,
more like a state of mind...
My point of view anyway,
You see, for both of those 'sate-of-minds,'
there's alot of thoughts and feelings are involved,
with the addition of certain actions as well...
I think I may be a bit of a coward, so I never actually attempt to feel either.

So, I think, some of whom have read the pieces I've put up here,
Have misunderstood some of them.
The May 10th piece for example...
I have actually considered what the anonymous commenter has said,
And I did leave a green note in the bottom,
but no where does it say who it's about,
Yes, it's easy to guess,
but I do try my best to put things in a sort of a riddle,
It's not always what it seems.
Besides, you know, whatever it was,
I did say it was all just to clear up my system.
So cheer up, if you know me, you know better.

On the side note,
I'd greatly appreciate is if you use your name rather than stay anonymous.
Not you full name,
Just maybe your first name,
even nick names work for me...
And please do use the same ones every time you leave your token.

Well, that's it from me for the night,
Thank you for your time, and goodnight.

PS: (and ooooooooooo....if Ms. P ever has comments, that'd be awesome!)
PSS [PPS?] to PS: (just on thoughts, doesn't have to be critical or school related)

Mixed & Fixed Measures

2007-05-22T17:18:00.000-05:00

Wondering of the timeless victom,
Waved away the desires of the wind.

The greatest is in ourselves,
The worst is who we are.

The writers documents the flow,
We see more than we know.

My attempts always fail no matter how hard I try,
So your eyes turn away with a victory cry.

Denied my Rights of Salvation,
I'll drift away into the night.

My bones melt and dissapear,
And you laugh with out a trace of guilt.

I'm pointlessly sitting here,
Wasting all my precious time.

Starved of Life you make me wait,
May you stone smash all your feathers.

The Symbol for Man, Nature & Spirit

2007-05-18T22:26:00.000-05:00

I'm so excited, I finally got a Bonsai!
I've been wanting one for sooooo long,
But I really wanted a tiny one,
this is fairly small,
but still alot bigger than what I expected to get.
But whatever, I love it!
Absolutely love it.
I got it at the Lablaws Superstore.
They have bigger fatter ones,
and I'm planning on getting one of those as well.
then when they get the tinier ones,
I'll get one of those too...
I love trees!
But small miniature ones come along,
Just, Oooooooooooooomigosh,
Ooooooomigoosness!

Ok, that's all I wanted to say,
Thank you for your time and patience,
I was just so excited!

The Masterpiece

2007-05-11T00:12:00.000-05:00

Pencil to paper,
She was an artist,
Pencil to paper,
She was so focused.

Oblivious to the world around,
The busy room,
A quiet meadow,
There's no one around.

Pencil to paper,
The birth of a world,
Pencil to paper,
The disappearance of another.

Such a pretty picture,
The picture on that paper,
The picture the words paint,
All from that pencil to that paper.

Thought of this while watching someone write in their journal

How many different ways can you think of?

2007-05-10T07:52:00.000-05:00

The other day, a grave mistake was made.
And I didn't get an apology.
I sat there, being yelled at, humiliated.
And I just wondered, where's justice?
What right did she have?
She's not my mother.
But I sat there,
With out getting any apology,
The next day, I faked that smile,
No, I'm not over it.
...But I sat there,
And I was still angry,
I was never this mad,
not even for the boyfriend who cheated.
Nope, so I sat there, with that smile,
Thinking of all the ways I can decapitate her,
Make it slow, make it memorable,
Because that moment was etched forever.

[Just so you know, schools the least educational experience a child experiences,
in fact, It has a habit of teaching all the wrong things
and NO one was hurt in the process of writing this,
and NO one is going to get hurte thanks to this being written,
It just cleared up my system :D]

Why?

2007-05-06T11:30:00.000-05:00

Supposedly,
My life is just beginning,
Then why does it feel like it's about to crash and burn.
So then my life is over,
Then why am I still here,
alive and breathing.

Supposedly,
War brings peace,
Then why is there so many children crying.
So being sad is peace,
Then why do we want to be happy,
laughing and playing.

Supposedly,
School is good,
Then why do we only learn most evil there?
So evil is good,
Then why are we punished,
kicked out and with out a future.

Supposedly,
Bears are wild and scary,
Then why do we hug them and go to sleep?
So scary is comforting,
Then why do we run,
in fear and humiliation.

Supposedly,
Money can't buy happiness,
Then why are poor people miserable?
So being miserable is a good happy thing,
Then why do people pray to win the lottery,
scratching ad hoping.

Supposedly....
but there's so many....
Why are all our ideas so bizarre?

Climbing Up

2007-05-02T23:38:00.000-05:00

I found it one day while endlessly roaming around looking for inspirations on a site.
I don't know what it's called, and I don't know it's artist,
but when I found it, it was called "Second Dimension."
Though I didn't get any inspiration out of it, It sent my mind at such ease,
That even my entire body started to relax.
So wouldn't you also like to be able to do what the children in the picture are doing?
Just climb up to the sky and sit on a cloud, look at the stars from a point of purity?

Wouldn't it also be something if the distance between the earth and the skies were that little?

There's another?

2007-05-02T22:35:00.000-05:00

Here's another really cute blogging place I found sometime in the year 2006...
I don't go on it too often, as you can see here, I'm not really a frequent visitor.
But I do answer lotsa QotDs' [Questions of the Days']
and most times, I'll answer a couple of QotDs in the same day,
so that obviously has alot more posts...it gives me something to work with.
...mind you, I'm not exactly the Miss poetic/artist. (I just like it, really like it...)

Well, any way....here is an answer for one of my QotDs
the question was "Who or what do you really love?"
and my answer...

I love the night or when the sky is clear,
the dawn and dusk,
the warm summer rain,
the cool spring night,
the moon, the sun, the stars,
This earth,
good books, and writing,
Sailor Moon,
Music and those to make the music.
I love those who love, believe and dream,
That one who made time stop for me,
My dreams, and my life,
my mom, dad, and sister.
My computer[most times],
and my phone[sometimes],
magic and some mystery,
and alot of other things too.

Notice anything about the names [I guess it's in the URL] I've chosen for both of these Blogs?
Deceptive Dream
Surreal Reality
I actually just noticed it, I never actually thought about it before
But my thoughts really do go in the same opposite directions...
I think it's kinda cool...
Now I wonder if everyone else unconsciously does the same...

Bird Wars

2007-05-01T23:06:00.000-05:00

Baby Squished flat bird.
From Bird War Zone.
(Surviving Picture.)

[You can sort of see a little heart shape]

All Over Me

2007-04-30T23:53:00.000-05:00

I'll fall into you,
If you take me to your deepest depths.
I'll dream of you,
If you will just drape over me.
You fill me with what, I can't explain,
Diamonds splashed over this velvet ocean.
I'll drown in you,
If you leave me with in your depths forever.
With no escape,
You're my prison.

Words

2007-04-17T18:17:00.000-05:00

So many, all in my head.
Waiting, waiting to be set free,
To spill free,
To the ears of the unknown,
To the ears of anyone.
Someone.
Someone I know.
Someone I can't reach.
Ones who seems so lost to me.
So many words,
Waiting to be free.
Free to the world,
Free to a known,
. (to an unknown?)
Free from me.

Dream

2007-04-12T20:50:00.000-05:00

Looking into the starry sky,
I feel the breeze swim through me,
it swims past and I stand between its strands,
it swims, the breeze,
I stand through its strands and it swims past,
and it cools my body on such a hot humid night.
Such peace I haven't felt in a long long time.
The sand at my feet are warm,
but cool when I dig my toes in.
But at my feet, its warm.
I stood still, and still looking up into the sky,
the sky filled with stars, twinkling stars.
I'll make a wish if I see a shooting star,
shooting stars are so rare, so rare,
it never comes, so rare.
It's only there when you're not watching,
when you blink.
I'll make a wish if I see, if ever.
Such a beautiful night,
too bad it's only a dream.

In class free writing, April 12, 2007.

Soul Mates

2007-04-12T20:24:00.000-05:00

Our spirits are bound together,
Our spirits call out together,
thrown into these mortal bodies,
Our spirits cry for each other,
Though our lives may never come together.

deviantART

Let's Make A Wish

2007-04-12T19:36:00.000-05:00

As the day turns to night,
and the dark chases away the light,
I'm left wondering why,
"Why us?"
And the stars mock us
shining so bright.

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I can Wait, I can Heal

2007-04-12T19:12:00.000-05:00

Waiting for these scars to heal,
Waiting for these wounds to close,
Waiting to renew myself,
for all the shadows that approach.
Waiting for You.

deviantART

Sovereign

2007-04-12T18:24:00.000-05:00

Sovereign of the nights and days,
Sovereign of the eternal ways,
Sovereign of the celestial time,
I'll be here till the end of time.

deviantART

Complete

2007-04-12T17:20:00.000-05:00

I don't know how,
and I don't know why.
But because of you,
I'll give life a try.
You've changed my world,
You've opened my eyes.
[Sometimes it seems]
That with your wings unfurled,
You'll take to the skies.

Just randomly came across that picture, and I thought...I actually don't know what I thought, I just melted.

The List [continued]

2007-04-12T16:57:00.000-05:00

Top Three

Faeries
The Unknown
'Nothing'

Number One

~Time~

The List

2007-04-09T11:20:00.000-05:00

Ice cream
Faeries
Origami
Birthdays
Wedding Dresses
Pop Corn
Ring Finger
Powers of the Camera
Music
Dreamscape
Starry Sky
Silence
A Crystal Ball
Time
Myths & Legends
The Blue of the Sky
Junk
Beauty
Black Ink
Blank Paper
Religion vs. Cult
Love
The Unknown
'Nothing'
Empty Spaces
A Bowl of Water

Stu-Stu-Stutter.

2007-04-04T14:27:00.000-05:00

Th-th-th-the World around-round-round-around fades into the abyss-abyss-abyss.
Ma-ma-ma-my mind starts to stu-stu-stu-stutter.
A-a-and a-a-I see-ee-ee, everything-thing thing you can-can-can not s-s-see.
Th-th-th-the world around-round-round-around fa-fa-fades into the aby-be-be-abys.
Th-the-the world sp-sp-spins-spins faster and fa-faster.
And it gets da-darker and darker.
And it fa-fades away-way-away, all fades away.
The st-sto-storm swa-swallows ev-every-everything uh-up.
"Do you hear that?"
He-he-hear wha-what-what?
"That."
Ev-everything stops.
My mind freezes.
The stutter stops.
I hear that.
That sound, it's silence.
Everything is gone,
devoured by the abyss,
faded into the dark.
I stand, I hear, I watch.
I see what you never saw.
"Can you see me?"
Who are you?
"Ca-ca-can you s-s-seee me?"
Who are you?
"A-a-I'm y-y-you, swa-swa-swallowed by the ab-ab-abyss."
Me?
"It wa-wa-wasn't the world, it was uh-uh-us."
Th-th-the world sp-sp-spins back.
The la-la-light catches up.
And a-a-a-I'm left be-be-behind.

[the picture was acutally found else where, I think it was the artists site, it was months ago, I found it for my computer background, but couldn't remember the site, so used the site I knew had a chance of having it, sorry]

Fallen

2007-03-27T18:12:00.000-05:00

Running out of luck,
Running into you.
Diving into the dark,
Drowning into you.

Tick Tock

2007-03-27T17:25:00.000-05:00

No matter the time,
. Forever frozen.
No matter when,
. Always here.
Time and time again,
. Never forgetting,
. Never remembering.
Ageless bliss,
. Never forgotten,
. Never remembered.
Immortal Bliss,
. Forever Belongs To Me.

Dance of A Sprite

2007-03-17T10:44:00.000-05:00

Gone far beyond,

Played for too long,

Stayed within the shadows more than enough,

Waited and watched you from behind all along,

And, here I am.

Back to where we started,

No more games,

Into the light,

Watch my dance,
Through the night....

Glass Of Water

2007-03-17T10:07:00.000-05:00

My glass of water spoke to me...

I was waiting, waiting for too many things.

I was thirsty, brought over a glass of water...

And another....

Couldn't finish the last, only got done about half.

I really had to pee...

I really really really had to go pee...

I went.

When I got back, I sat there.

Waiting.

Waiting for too many things.

And not one thing in particular.

I got thirsty,

Brought over another glass of water.

And then I wasn't thirsty anymore...

I was hungry...

I forgot to eat food today...

That's weird, how do you forget to eat?

I forgot, and I was tired...

So I just sat there, waiting.

Waiting for too many things.

Just sitting and waiting.

Just sitting and waiting

and watching my crystal clear glass.

Watcing my crystal clear brimming with crystal clear water.

And it was then.

It was THEN.

My Glass of water spoke to me.

IT SPOKE to me.

It said alot of things...

But it spoke to me...

Why did it do that?

Whatever, all I know is that it spoke to me.

I stopped waiting.
I just watched...
It looked at me...
It doesn't have eyes,
But I could see it...
...What in all hells name is going on...?

If you wanna know what the glass of water said to me, just ask.

Link

2007-03-06T15:11:00.000-05:00

Link to Class Site

2007-02-28T10:47:00.000-05:00

"If writers stopped writing about what happened to them, then there would be a lot of empty pages." Elaine Liner, We Got Naked, Now What, SXSW 2006