let me in.

Friends moved into new residence.

Straight and narrow.

This never happened.

These fragments will never leave.
Can't stop the smoke.


Spend a majority of my last week with books and letters.

I plan on writing a collection of short stories, then burning them, putting them in a bottle, and sending it to it's rightful owner.

"It's like I'm pressed on the handle bars, of a blind man's bike, no straws to grab, just the rushing wind, on the rolling mind"




























































































































































































I'm going to start shooting with my 35 again. I'm going to start trying. Wait, what am I talking about. I just want my typewriter.

cock fight.

humans don't know how to do the right thing.

New year, new types, new here we goes.


Said it before, but this is the last time; upping the date real soon. Also, scanner soon.

The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over.