finally.
i wrote three poems, and started a new play. i will probably post the poems, soon as i type them into my computer. you know, for all to see.
it feels good to write again. i like writing because it makes me feel like a made a positive contribution to my world. not THE world, MY world. big difference.
i feel in the mood to showcase my poetry. maybe i'll go on a coffee house tour. maybe.


thanks for the dedication in your 10 short stories book. that was cool. it was unexpected too, so that made it cooler.
and thanks for your comments on my poems.
oh, and just to let you know...i found the CD i was picturing earlier. it was Stunt (barenaked ladies). buttttt for some reason i thought it was called running with scissors. don't ask me why, and don't rub it in. you win, i admit it.
if you ever no longer want it, i shall buy it from you.
A visit?
Just to see if she’s ok.
Not too much to ask,
Surely?
Perhaps, but not
today.
Too busy you see,
working towards the time
that they too need a home,
To sit in.
Alone.
howz dem apples?
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Greetings lovelies...
I shall dance upon thy grave with bloodied soles and entrails in my wake... [=3]
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See ya.
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See you in another life, brother.
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