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The sun may rise, but the shadows only become more pronounced in defiance of it's appearance.
Timothy Wolfgang Truman Petraitis "If you know what my love for you is! It is fire; it is molten lead; it is a thousand daggers in my...


The Rain Chooses No One. We Are All Equally Thirsty.
Except for the kid that left this here. I can't quite make out the name because it's turned slightly away from me. I like to sell these...


All the Days the Fire Rained Down and We Were No Safer than If We Were on The Surface of the Sun Itself.
-Timothy Wolfgang Truman Petraitis I never see thy face, but I think upon hell-fire. William Shakespeare Today the hot breath of...


The Sharp Erosion of Time. At the End We All Drop Into the Sea.
It wasn't until I went to college and I got my first motorcycle that I understood the thrill of speed. Vin Diesel I am tormented by the...


All the Days Run Together Like An Endless River of Molasses
5th period is U.S. History. In theory. What that really means is math study hall. There is something intellectually disappointing about a...
Day 17. Again.
I am buried in the mudslide of responsibility and I can only just breath. And with that breath I only have the air for one sentence. "At...


Day 15. Again.
While I am inside safe from the afternoon thunder, what cage protects the soul within? I feel the electricity in the ignorance and yet I...


Day 14. Again.
Today U.S. History Honors rummaged around the trash can of knowledge for the small leftovers I am still allowed to teach. Then they left....


Day 12. Again.
There is no eternity as long as the eternity that also anchors us in seclusion. And here I still am. Waiting. Anchored in my seclusion. I...


Day 11. Again.
What is perfection but the daily pursuit of excellence? Because it is only in the attempt that we can succeed, not having been born...
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