I have so many notebooks full of doodles.
Producing definitive work is like..

?

Pulling corks out of the orifices of my brain.

I deleted everything submitted after 2005. Three years ago..

Maybe eventually I'll start putting tid-bits up again, pieces of the collection of notebooks I've accumulated. Flipping through the pages of them this morning was like watching my life on a projector screen; words and images flashing by, representing the roller coaster of happiness, sadness, angst, anger, and imbetween of...the years of my life, of my adolescence.

The process has been...unforgettable. All the things I've learned; the bitterness that preceded, the peace that followed. Always continueing, everything transient.

My world of gray between the black and white.
IN COLOR! Lol.

Happy Summer, everyone.

Happy Birthday.
God help me, I don't know how old you are.

But I've always known that, like spring,
you've always brought joyous things to my life.

Happy Birthday, and I celebrate you like sane people
celebrate the new year.

This is where my new year begins.
The cold always got to me that way.

I wake up, I am ready to start anew..
when the icy sting of January..
that turns into the moist bite of February...
that, again, turns into the promising-
yet deceiving March...
turns into April.

And finally spring has come.

its as if the hushed tones and the sneaking around
should have told us that we were living in more innocent times

she is too ugly a girl to be having so much sex!