Working myself to the bone… more like working while I’m shaking in my bones; I don’t just hate going to work but I’m afraid to. Working Stiff… I couldn’t be one of those zombies even if I wanted to be but that doesn’t stop me from dying inside.

Does anyone remember “Daria” and the episode the Misery Chick, she only knew the truth; better than most. Looking Grim… but how many people get to see my face and yet I talk about my life and… who am I kidding my life is miserable.

Show me how to live.

The Story of Little Bobby.

A Love Poem.

A short poem.

If you saw two squirrels in the middle of the street fornicating. What would you do.

Just a poem.

The beloved rapper is now dead.

An unintentional advertisement of Kool Aid.