… that I wrote in April 2004: You burn a hole in my brain Effortlessly shattering through My protection of
I wrote it in March of 2004: I am called Yet I cannot follow I am chastised Yet I cannot
Something I wrote about my childhood home, pre-Katrina. Just found it… So the city was amazing. Breathtaking, fast, buzzing, vibrating.
It is frightening how much I have not forgotten. How much should be lost. It defies all logic that I
Why is it that we are so concerned with imagining ourselves in positions that would never happen? Why do we
There was a girl. She and I were in a disagreement. I did not wish to talk to her anymore,
Names have been changed to protect the innocent… You: i am cornhoilo i need teepee for my bunhole!!!!! Me: that’s