Location: Virginia Beach, VA (23462)

So let's fake literary prolificacy.

Let it be said, let it be done. I start here/

If only pain didn't hurt so bad.

God I wish I had something constructive to say. Sigh. Alas.

All in goodness, I know, it happens anyway. I find it interesting that fights hurt worse when the initial blow was unintended. Not that my relationship status is in jeopardy or anything; it's just a thought, a reflection on all the fights in the past with Melissa ( Read more... )

I'm torn between two extremeties for any given situation. And that sucks. That's how I feel ( Read more... )

On that lonesome stretch of highway shoulder between Atlanta and Alabama, the smoke hit the windsheild and she moved her head slightly to the right in order to focus more on her book. Her hands conducted a symphony of pure, unmitigated silence in their halo of sunlight coming through her window, which burnt her arm slightly and she groaned, not in ( Read more... )

Techwood Homes may not exist anymore, but the people seem to linger on like some sore not yet healed. The puss leaked out on my car a few Fridays ago around two or three in the morning as I slept soundly, snoring to the music of the vandals. For a week I was without a musical outlet, three days with a broken cruise control operator, ten hours with ( Read more... )

And while I'm thinking about it, fuck the abstinence movement, too. Teenagers are going to have sex. Stop spending money on trying to prevent it and start spending money on safe sex education.

The end, good night.

Well with the recent events regarding medicinal marijuana, I feel I must reiterate my position on illegal drugs in general. You know, just in case some lonely bastard reads this.

Legalize ALL drugs, stop spending money on a "war" impossible to win, start spending money on addiction recovery programs, let the civil and recreational drug users, of ( Read more... )