When strange paths cross

petite syrah honey mustard pretzels gummy bears the tantalizing tickling of the toungue these flavors dance with one another...

this or that

they say a picture is worth a thousand words so I guess a picture of a pile of shit...

3rd Street Promenade

grown men riding tiny bicycles homeless, disheveled man standing proudly having what looks to be a very interesting conversation...

the subtractor

in bed i lie trying to fall asleep i’m on my stomach and begin to swing my leg back...

Thoughts of Nothing

Im lying in bed The ceiling fan spins above me But its no use It just circulates the warm...

uncharted hemispheres

my brain does not function like the norm there are wires that go to wrong connections and others that...

a million ways to say it

i knew there was something different i didn’t know what i didn’t know why i just knew meeting you...

happiness takes on many forms

sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I not veered down my current path… looking back I distantly...

sensible oxymorons

screaming silence from the top of my mind loud god damned noises that go on and on burning ice...

morning drive

i’m sitting in the backseat of a car i’m a seven year old with a sly smile the elders...
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