Saturday, August 25, 2012. I felt like writing a poem. There is a little house waiting for me,. Rooms silent in the calm of a new day. I tiptoe across the wooden floors. And imagine the person who lives here. Tracing my fingertips along empty shelves. I wish I knew what books belonged. There is a little house waiting for me,. Blank walls and silent rooms.

Life, the Universe, and Everything. We went up to Waitangi. Haka is also not simple, although goo.

Marrows Challenge 30 Days of Creativity. Less Than Threes 30 days. There are no entries to display.

Home of the twenty-first century talespinner. Monday, 9 March 2009. Dreaming of getting rich without all the effort. In a little while more, the only spots of high ground left were my chimney, another one in the far distance, and the church tower. The water inched closer to me with more and more confidence, now fifteen feet away, now ten. I suddenly felt quite alone. I silently panicked, my left hand twitching, my right gripping the Theory of Poker.

I talked with Black Kitty today about my role. Turns out she decided to handpick me as a super secret role! Zombie Destroyer Jesus.

Documenting the high art form of not sleeping. The endeavour will be continued on blogspot. The world was coming back to him through a fog - first the rocking; then the sound of washing waves rising and falling from below, and a faint, rhythmical creaking from overhead; then, the feeling of a hard, even surface under him. Want a pillow, Mister Charlie? .