realization

I was a kid once. I would play on the playground and ride my boke, and sometimes I would fall down. I would run home to my parents who knew exactly how to fix me up and make me feel better. I would play softball and have slumber parties. I did my homework, and sometimes I would make bad grades, and i would get in trouble. My parents knew exactly how to punish me.  Read More »

I am not even saying this lightly.  Read More »

Just a few blips of "creative writing" outside my usual pontificating mind.

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His paper flies into the air. And their edges cut her as they pass . . . its love flows red.
They cannot hold without suffocating, they cannot stroke without the bite of a slice.  Read More »

This is an essay I wrote for my English class. Let me know what you think, and please rate, thanks.  Read More »

this past sunday, i had some homework to do, and after returning home from morning errands at 2 in the afternoon, i figured i'd stay home, relax, have some time to myself, and go to bed early. but then i remembered my friend joe, and how he passed so quickly and how i could be using this sunday to get to know my friends and spend the unknown amount of time i have left with them.  Read More »