tennis balls and mirror mazes

How’s the weather, whether or not we’re together, Touch me but don’t let me down. Maybe I’m just hanging around, with my head up, upside down.. it’s a pity, I can’t seem to find someone who’s as… pretty and lovely as you There needs to be a manual for how to deal with emotionally healthy […]

In praise of the wishy-washy girl

It’s getting to be that time of the year in Phoenix when one’s ass is in almost a perpetual state of sweatiness. There’s really not much you can do about it either. Here I am in my underwear typing this in the comfort of my climate controlled habitat of a room…and still sweating my tail […]

cockpit of despair

Flight From The Senses by Brandon Adamson Putting on the invisible disguise in an effort to evade untimely demise it’s off to navigate the maze of the skies without a wingman, minus a stewardess, and the crash lessons of the last as the only guide, such is the flight experience on the airline of the […]

Time Machine Daydream

Dawn Batson dredged up this photo of me at Harlowe’s from when she came to visit in December of 2006.When I see it, all I can think is “such innocent times.” Dreary to see a photo like this really. I feel like I need to time travel back there to my diet depsi drinking, cream […]