A poem of not knowing.

Marshall Heinz, time traveler and Class-1 idiot, gets into trouble. Will he survive? Will he kill himself? Will he kill everyone else?

Awesome.

A haiku about a explosive cupcake.

About a man who feels that he is ready to explode.

Compulsion explosion.

The benefits of not bottling up one’s rage.

Stay put…

Not that this is true now, but I have felt this way in the past, and I am sure others can relate at times.

In honor of the changing seasons.