Sat in the square waiting. The waiting always made him tense, inside would return the anxiousness of childhood; Then he would be there, back on the windowsill of the wooden house on stilts that hugged the river. He would stare hour after through the window expectant unable to contain his excitement. The hum of each car engine making its way up the narrow lane made his heart leap. This how their relationship existed, a constant navigation between ever arriving storms.

A 20 year old in a mono colour world. Sunday, October 15, 2006. Hey people who actually read my blog. Btw those who actually read my blog. Sunday, February 19, 2006. Wad happened in the past 2 mths. Checkup and found dat my knee and ankle kinda screwed. As i step into 2006.

Manually forcing that frown upside down. Saturday, January 1, 2011. I wrote a thing about my favorite humor writing of the year for Splitsider. Too long initially, so I cut a bunch of stuff out. A Review of the New Museum Exhibit in My Neighborhood. 8221; by Sophie- Pollitt.

Monday, March 18, 2013. The weight of your words. Like a storm of unworthy retribution. All I want to do is scream. But I know this in only your byproduct. Ready to take my flight. I need a prayer and guiding hand. Traveling my mind to places that are wrong,. This is really a tragedy,. Weep, weep, weep.