itchin’ my sticks
The hot wax melts slowly along the iron, dripping serendipitously onto the fiberglass. The motion turns me on, hands move...
The hot wax melts slowly along the iron, dripping serendipitously onto the fiberglass. The motion turns me on, hands move...
Giant icicles run long, the teeth of the Winter monster hanging upon frozen rock, waiting for the warmth of Spring's...
It's lovely when you just finish your second cup of joe at work, and HR comes in to tell you...
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It's midday on a Friday when I arrive into the littlest big city in the world. A strangely fitting name...
The crippling pain in my side returns, bringing me to my knees. Incapacitated. One month into the new job now,...
Short is the little time which remains to thee of life. Live as on a mountain. - Marcus Aurelius ...
Just as a bug smashes into your car windshield, the idea hit me out of nowhere. I need to explore...
It was way before dawn when I awoke, and so lazily, slowly, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen....
I despise the gym most days. The feeling of being an exercise puppet, staying in place, going through the motions....
The mountains are only ten minutes from my house, and today they are covered in new snow. I try...