Thoughts about love written out in poem format.

All of this pretty well happened. Names of people and places have changed. These little incidents show that life isn’t as random as it ought to be … and suggest that something like the matrix really exists.

Written on my phone while taking the 2:53am train home.

An awsome story I wrote about a crazy bear attacking some campers.

A look at words and phrases.

This discusses some of the random events that happen in our lives.

Who would have guessed that long walks on the beach could be dangerous?…

Since the past few months my life has depended on randomness. If I am randomness, that means randomness is me.

Once again I have peered into the darkest depth of creation and have pulled from the very nose of God himself a truth of incredulous potency. What I have to tell you here cannot be discounted – it is absolute. It also doubles as my response to the Writing Challenge – Round 9, where something is to be written using the words “blushing bride” and “artist”.

These little bits of information make sense.