Monthly Archives: September 2011

I am in control. That is liberty-ville’s gift. Anesthetized death.

The first hundred days are said to say a lot. Well, one can only hope.

The drive to defy these ONLYs that stretch before me lacks not the fuel.

To love a girl with no holding back… {shakes his head} Wouldn’t that be nice.

If life is a peach, I’m probably just the juice dribbling down the chin.

Where old meets new is where I fell. But that is no where to remain. Still…

She asked me not to forget. Maybe it’s me who should have been asking.