...but still I miss the people who don’t try so hard. I miss the misfit junkies and the crack-head pan handlers...
…Flat tires. Dogs barking at 3AM. Color because. Thoughts of running. Meaningless foreground images that sit like waiting paparazzi. I’m the photos they take…
She begs me to let her stay up a little while longer to finish watching the Princess Bride...
Eyes that barely slit to see the day fall nightward…Glare beyond…To watch the world evolve…And escape in seconds pleading…As the jaws snap shut around them…
I wanted to paint a shirt and tie on my chest to fancy up the straightjacket, but I couldn't get my hands free, so I was forced to pretend.......And when I did......In my head......I looked wonderful!!
From EnjoieLavoie (submitted about 1 month ago)
Writing
Hey, I used to read all your Myspace blogs and such, they were really good. I'm glad you told me about this site, partially because I can read more of your work.