You see my world is isolated.There is a wall at the edge.It is filled with tiny crevicesand to come here you must fit through them.But quite humorous it is that onlythe thin and weak can slip in.The large, muscular ones are left out. 9/5/1996
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Differences
What are differences but hollow perceptions?Am I different, am I weird?I don't think so, but maybe others do.And why, I want to know!Because I'm reticent and like odd things?And who says my things are odd? I like them.All my life, people scorn me for playing on differences.But I didn't and I don't. So why is … Continue reading Differences
Birthday
Today celebrates the day of my birthseventeen years ago I came into this worldwhen I was young time seemed to go so slow. Einstein said that when people move fastertime ticks slower and slower such thatif one moved fast enough time would stop. So I figure that I must be going pretty slowbecause my life … Continue reading Birthday
Those Fucking Rangers
Those bastards, can't win a game:throw the ball away, lose leads,have no relief pitching. Clark is older than Original Sin.They suck, except for Juan.They piss off, they cause agreat pain, deep inside. They hurt like a woman.And why, people ask.It's just a game... Yeah, baseball is just a game,the greatest game ever played.Baseball, Ray, baseball. … Continue reading Those Fucking Rangers
Rendezvous
Tomorrow is the day that I can return homeAt long last, the time has come I will return to my family, my land, my lakeBut I leave many precious things in my wake I have friends here, too, and one is a girlIt is so hard to move between worlds Each couple of months I … Continue reading Rendezvous
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