November 2010
11 posts
Polymath a cracker.
I gave birth to poetry this morning
Damn if it didn’t feel good.
Tiny,...
The more I watch her, the more I think my dog has it all figured out. Life...
I can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to not expect the worst.
Her greatest fear was being obvious.
I have the beginnings to a lot of stories, but not a lot of
He spent three years of his life writing that book, and he’ll spend the rest of...
She liked pop songs with deep voices from men who couldn’t sing.
I am the Platonic Form
of the aspiring and uninspired artist.
The dilettante....
I want to read your brains out.
In the eternal battle of “go to sleep” vs. “read another...