I miss you guys!


WIP On The TownThe speakers on have been off for a couple of hours now. I've been rocking myself, swaying left to right, back and forth, trying to soothe myself to sleep. You just won't leave my mind.WIP On The Town
Where the hell are you? I can hear you. I can hear you calling my name, but the speakers are off. I've moved so far away from you. Where the hell are you?
I saw your name last night. It was on a marquee in big, bold neon letters. What's that? Yeah, I hear you out there. You're still mad at me for never calling. I gave you my number! At the very least you could have... Yeah, I hear you. &nbs


WIP - Found My Way HomeIt's been a good run, but honestly, it's time for me to slow down. A year ago today I'd have had no choice. Now I feel like starting all over, and getting some relaxation in the process.WIP - Found My Way Home
People often asked me, "What made you run off?" I'd tell them, "If I knew, you would too. Doesn't that make sense?" Answering questions with questions is always a blast. Take notes, little bro.
These are my first words to the world as I knew it before turning my back, so I should probably make them sweet.
Something I want you to understand, is that I never specifically wanted to leave. I was driven. See, your


Polished "Waiting Room"There are billions of songs and stories about waiting rooms. They make just as old and boring of a subject as that ex-marine who saved the bank from being robbed, or those two people who fell in love, then out, then in, or that ghost who lives in the room next to us. There are even less stories about libraries than there are of waiting rooms. What does that tell you?Polished "Waiting Room"
However, something very unusual happened to me the other day, something so bizarre I had to share it with the world.
Sitting in the waiting area of a physician's office has never been my idea of a


Polished "Guess What?""Am I awake? Did I ever wake up?"Polished "Guess What?"
David asked himself, over and over, if he was awake, because it sure as hell didn't feel like he was. His bedroom was
almost dark as night, save the digital alarm clock light, and what little sun was allowed to filter through his window.
It was 6:30a.m. He could see that clearly. It was also drizzling; he could see that pretty clear, too. It was cloudily and
about to fucking storm, and that was the clearest.
But, why couldn't he move? Well, he could, but it felt more like flailing weightlessly. Why did it seem like he couldn't make any dis
go through my gallery...tell me what you think
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"Let the sun never blind your eyes, let me sleep so my teeth won't grind..."
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"Let the sun never blind your eyes, let me sleep so my teeth won't grind..."
Hee!
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"Let the sun never blind your eyes, let me sleep so my teeth won't grind..."
Hee!
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"Let the sun never blind your eyes, let me sleep so my teeth won't grind..."
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蛍火と百合の花
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