Philosophical Heathen

I just made a cup of coffee and I used cream, only the powdered kind, and a little bit of sugar.  That's how I used to drink it, seems l...

It's cold, unnaturally so for this time of year.  A brisk, mile long walk after my midnight shift affords me the opportunity to get ...

Sunday November 17, 2013 Two days earlier it was 19 degrees outside and today it hit the mid 60's, the sky opened up and just dumped...

The moon carries a hazy appearance tonight, serving as a backdrop for my twisted delight.  A couple vicodin might get me high, a useles...

My coffee sloshed around my cup as I stumbled out the door this morning, and again when I sat in the car, burning my hand, because I'm c...

I'm not all deep thoughts and philosophical musings, obviously that's what you see here because it all makes for good writing.  I...

My silence is desperate, and if you listen closely you can almost hear its plea.  Boulders of heavy emotions hold me down so I can feel noth...