November 13, 2012 by Jay. I tend to spend very much time in my own thoughts. I tend to think much more than I talk. Especially its culture, history, language, and music.

A Pretty Readable Blog Complete With Leaks In The Proverbial Wall. In the view of my short story. As stated as a poem am I! So, strung up like a wire. It tears into my skin, so. As to turn my heart to fire.

Humorous musings from Tony, Derek, and Jay. Perhaps poetry was not such a great idea. Maybe I made unprecedented advancements in theoretical physics, perhaps I more or less invented the atom bomb; none of that matters, really.

I like to think I can do everything on my own, as long as I just learn enough, practice enough, think about it enough. Sometimes our only mistake is ignorance. The terrible truth is that those.

I will that some unbroken pause. Would conjure in my mind. A note to leave unnoticed. And a treasure left behind. But hope is sly and personal. So such a plan is not so far. And fetched is second rate. If memory almost fails me. Then always will still be. The living order of things-. Of all the sleeping sod that will heave. Seven dim hours and no more sun.

October 2, 2013 by fundamentalsuperfluities. Is this how the world really. Is this how Jesus operates? Today I got in my car after running some errands, and.