deb

I’ll have to watch the obituaries for a while now.

She didn’t ask me for any help, so I don’t know how else to honor whatever it was that happened across those phone lines on Friday night.

I could hear the crying in her voice when I answered the phone. She started off apologetic, looking to mitigate the intrusion on my time. She told me that she wasn’t looking for anything, she just wanted to tell me her story and it wouldn’t take long.

GARRR!!!!!

Under the Influence of Art

showing off my influences under the influence

True Story, interpreted by the finite jester

Mayhem’s Machine

Hector’s Horrible Pun

the writing jones is there, still unfulfilled for now

Edmund’s Umbrella

I’ll Drink to That

The Precious? (hehehe)

the genesis of a moment (a.k.a. this is how i actually behave)

just striking poses

How to write a bizarre story when you feel like shit

= / Hmmm . . .

It was never his cookie . . .

He used to believe in cinema

Sometimes on Saturday

Special Guest Post: Thirsty . . .

Nadia Knows