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Birthday cakes and treasure hunts. Damp towels and bickering in a squeaky car. White wine and cigarettes.

My window is stupidly narrow. Whenever I smoked and couldn’t muster the twenty seconds it takes to clear my ashtray, the wind would spurt through; like an arrow through the arrowslit...

I revel in the torment of my inability to comprehend the whole. 

In a night with no stars and no moon, there was a shadow in the darkness.

What would humanity do if we could live forever?

Another little piece of my life. The tough times.

Episode three! Yay! Here's what happened that changed me forever...

Strange things.

A poem about life; the good and bad things in it.

Music is the art of healing.

what does the future hold for you?

Part #1: A New Beginning Some fiction I decided writing...talks about wolves.