time is a crime

We writers do not speak. We do not hear. We have no songs. We have no pictures. We only have scripture. From words we bring images. From words we bring emotion. From words we bring life.

Thanks, but please don't send me cash "tips." Instead, support this charity: The Fletcher Street Urban Riding Club.

Today I learned how to circle

I don't write, so much as I perform acts of high-wire fiction without a net. Come watch me fall! I believe in narrative coincidence, the transcendent power of hopeful creativity, and the Oxford Comma.

We art the night.

A fan-fiction author and game programmer that lives in Glendale, CA.

I'd like to thank my fingers because I can always count on the- hey wait a minute

space is a waste