i didn’t have much else to write, but i came up with a few short things, here now, as they appear on the paper, are those short nothings: i speak from experience when i say that no one can understand i have some flowers for you. i think the’ll look good next to the bed.…

he watched as the cloud lifted from her mouth. it was strange seeing her smoke. she’d been thought of as a good girl, and this turned his view of her into puddles of melted snow. “when had she started?” purity shaken off with each flick. “it’s time to let go. she’s sixteen now.” he accepted…

has long been a weird sort of dream of mine. sleeping through the end of the world, not knowing that death is all around me is an amazing idea. this morning around 11 or so, i woke up to what i thought was russ trying to get my attention, looked outside, no russ, went down…

. just in case she reads this, i don’t want to tell you the whole situation. but i will tell you it is making me think, a lot. if you want to hear it, and have time to do so, email me. adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

, because i have finished the story. i finished it a few days ago to be honest, but i haven’t wanted to accept that fact until tonight. i was thinking of more to put in it, i can’t. and, again, those that have heard it like it how it is. soon you too can read…