A family affair.

From the start to the end.

From start to finish.

How the life of one person changed those of many others.

Thoughts of a sunny afternoon where the past and future seem to be mixed and if things could have been different, why weren’t they? Somewhat poetic but mostly just thoughts.

Anxiety is an awful state of mind. It can make you feel trapped in yourself, your lost dreams. This is a poem that I wrote, that I think explains it perfectly.

Words.

With the benefit of hindsight, the poet attempts to take a peep into the incoming millennium. In his dilemma,he, like Biblical Simeon, decides to keep his fingers crossed.

What happened to Encyclopedia Dramatica?

Oh, B, why do you haunt me so?

I really do try hard, although:

I haven’t got it to a T,

I procrastinate too much, you see.