Juxtapose

Blue Form-A-Gasket - A Tragedy. 4-11-2000 Once upon a time, there was a girl. She called herself a chick, actually, and her given name was Cassie. Cassie's father, who had the unfortunate character flaw of taking a dumb joke and repeating it many ti… more »

Blue Form-A-Gasket - A Tragedy. 4-11-2000 Once upon a time, there was a girl. She called herself a chick, actually, and her given name was Cassie. Cassie's father, who had the unfortunate character flaw of taking a dumb joke and repeating it many ti… more »

"The Pianist" offa eBay. Now I'm itching to see it again. I just want to curl up on the couch with a bucket of olives and Drew and watch soem good drama. O, Adrian - how I love thy nose! more »

...about Mrs. A and how, recently, I was spotted sitting in a dimly-lit third-story apartment in Massachusetts, attempting to describe locations and connections between every street in the city to a blind old lady who insists that she knows the directio… more »

My baby brother's blog gets more comments than mine. Will the madness never end? Anyways, I've been thinking how much my writing has changed over the years. At one point it was all angst, all tears and gloom and doom and tomb and the womb of sorro… more »

Okay, so, I really don't want to give my father a fatter head than he already has, but since the circumstances allow, I have to share this tidbit of wisdom that he shared with me not twenty minutes ago. We were driving along and were stopped on a… more »

My words are so vain and empty. So cracked and damaged, with the feel of having said them a million times that it has never mattered. On the one hand, I understand what Beth means when she talks about writing for an audience (and Beth is awesome, by the… more »

Beloved, these are dangerous times because you are weightless like a leaf from the vine and the wind has blown you all over town because there is nothing holding you to the ground so now you would rather be a slave again than free from the law b… more »

Number A -> I think I'm in love with the family's Jeep Grand Wagoneer. It's big and clunky yet drives fast and turns on a dime - what more could you ask from a Jeep? It's got fishing stickers all over it (the guy who had it before me must have been in… more »

I am now nineteen. Old, yet young. I feel old, anyhow, like I've been around for a million years without really getting anywhere. It's funny the things they say about birthdays. My church always hyped up the transition to thirteen years of age for purpo… more »

Somewhere between thoughts and actions I have lost myself I limbo, arms outstretched, under the weighty pole The pole does not own me, hold me, but everyone is watching It is not the pole, it is not the people - it is my own pride S… more »