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I have no name for it yet... sorry. It was a beautiful house. Not one like you would see in a suburban area, all built from the same mold with no backyards. This house was one labored, beautifully constructed in old Victorian style framework, set upon 10 acres of land. The house was sky gray, and in...

Again people... thank you.

Blaze... I wish I could explain, but the reasoning and events behind it is something that I will unfortunately take with me to my grave. Some things are better left unsaid. I am happy that others have the courage... but I do not, nor ever will. Richard, is someone would like to sticky it I would be ...

Winner of the Community Favorite Award: October 12, 2006 http://www.heinzs.poetrypages.com/images/at261.gif People... I must say I don't really know if I should post this. It is really personal. It's something I'm not proud of but feel the need to share. I have no idea why. Either way... I got help...

Ahh... I'm cool. I think I have gotten over it by now. Like I said... talking to graves can do wonders for the soul.

Thank you guys so much.

Yeah, poetry.com, I knew when I won the "Editors Choice Award" it was bullshit. Stay away from them. Their only purpose is to make these poor souls buy their own pieces sold in some contrived book that is only sold to the poets themselves. They prey upon meek poets (and newbies, sorry) who only want...

Nothing that cute can be good. Rabbit are ... I thought so long before the Holy Grail, though when I saw it, it only proved my point even more.

This was a letter to someone that turned into a short storie about nothing. Thought you might enjoy. Dear Heidi, So, I woke up this morning. That, within itself, is a good thing I think. Though layered with doubt that my brain would actually work at some point today. I did awake to the most awful ha...

Thanks guys. That why for the longest time my quote was:

"I'm more than just a little curious how you're planning to go around making your ammends... to the dead?"
- Maynard James Keenen

Hotel Room Tonight is the night Dining on needles Digging small holes Taking away the real Here I sat with you 3 others at a table Burning every spoon Coming across our view Here I sat with you You seemed so fine 3 of us left to swim Came back to find a crime You were dead and lifeless Sitting in y...