Originally I had a strategy: Smile at pretty girls |
Don't run from snipers, you'll just die tired |
It was a pauper's laugh. It was what I could afford. |
If you're feeling disillusioned, find a 9-year-old |
Too many people say "I love you" when they mean "I like you" |
Best homenode bits of accounts I have deleted |
I still miss you, now and then. You'll never know. |
A Child's View of the Army |
Why am I dancing alone? |
How to teach art to a four-year-old |
It's always a good idea to tell people you love them if you do |
You've got an underdeveloped sense of vengeance |
Helping your kid brother die |
Opening a coke can with one hand |
New Year's Eve, spent alone in a small, grey apartment, with no one to kiss at midnight |
In any art, boredom is not a virtue |
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock |
I love you, but you've just got to leave and not come back. Ever. |
Thoughts for Oliver on His Death |
Due to the Incompetence of our novice author, our heroine, cahla, finds herself in the wilds of Djibouti; there is no denouement in sight, but the moonlight is pretty. |
When you are alone you are the cat you are the phone you are an animal |
You'll be something special one day. And you -- you have to take care of your sister. |
You can pulp a story but you cannot destroy an idea. |
Love isn't about fixing people |