Monday, September 29, 2008. Picture boards that we put together.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009. Periwinkle tastes like Swiss Cheese,. Airy as paper on my tongue,. Tangy as saltine crackers,. Crinkling and crackling on the roof of my mouth. As light as ice cold milk,. Sounds like it too,. Like my grandpa does, mizing the ice. Into his glass so that it is so freezing it bites at your throat. Jazz music in the elevator,. You remember the tune faintly, in the back of your memory. But in a second it can slip away. The wind and the crickets whisper its melody into my ears,.

There is no agony like bearing an untold story inside you. Saturday, December 27, 2014. Six and a half years. Flame pouring down his throat. Jagged demons fermenting mind, soul. Fibers of life drown in sadness,. Her shaky fingers flip pages-. Lock of hair, ink footprint, baptism,. Took the last during the drive. He walks the blackest bottom of the blue sea. A tenebrous cloud looms,.

I apologize but I have been busy. Thanks for stopping by, maybe if it gets cold and I get stuck in this house I will post more but when its nice outside I am not forcing myself to sit and type a blog entry. The only reason I am doing this now is because its 6am and it is raining out. If it wasnt raining I would probably be outside running or mowing or playing golf. DRINK TONIGHT FOR TOMORROW WE RIDE! 6 Kels.