and now i have four small windows on my screen that show these things adam voith’s blog x3499 on TNI Books julie’s blog (the girl from real world new orleans) my “edit your blog” page what i’m going to do with these things, i don’t know. adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

might have kept her near. maybe if i would have looked up when she kissed my head goodbye she wouldn’t have dated my neighbor. when the phone rang that evening, i had no idea what was going on. when she asked if she could come over, i knew something was up, mostly because she never…

music: exit music (for a film) – radioheadphrase on tongue: sunken treasure i don’t think that my not writing is working. i still have lots of stuff to put up here, so i will make my triumphant return now at 11:36pm pst, wednesday night march 14th. maybe it’s the tunes. maybe it’s the feelings. but…

we just got one a few weeks ago, name of maggie. she’s a cross between a australian cattle dog and a boston terrier, so she’s black and white, except her black is blotchy. i’m not sure if she’s retarded or stubborn. she responds to our calls when she wants to, no matter what we tell…

know what happened to me. if i’m still alive, i’ll let you know. the reason i don’t know is because i have stopped writing. maybe it’s a fast, maybe it’s a famine. either way, my thoughts are not together. my life is boring. my A.D.D. just kicked in. my coworkers think i’m nuts. my boss…

a few days since i wrote last, i am fasting from writing. adam. Archived source: Wayback Machine capture

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