Why do I still remember? Because I can't forget.
Happy birthday, Ophelia. Peace and joy to you and yours today.
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
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- Thursday Mini-Rant: The Draft Debacle
- Memoria
- The Next-to-Last Tower Update
- Connecting with the "stoned slacker audience"...
- Yet Another Dark Tower Update
- VITALLY IMPORTANT (MUSICAL) NEWS!!!
- Daily Shrug: On Writing
- Daily Shrug: On Issues
- Crime and Punishment
- Mixed-bag Muh-- Um, Tuesday...
- Munday Funday Quiz
- Breaking New Ground
- Important Notice...Arrrr...
- Decision Reached
- Theme Put on Hold
- Meaningless Shout-out
- "Here's the new site, same as the old site..."
- "When it's time to change, it's time to rearrange..."
- Waiting...
- Taking Back Her Songs
- One Step Closer to the Tower
- That Morning
- Bring on the Avalanche
- Political Intrigue at its Finest
- HWJV?
- "Oh, no, I've said too much..."
- "I read bad poetry into your machine..."
- I will not.
- "The man in black fled across the desert..."
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