I am in love with words. All I wish is to make them mine.

Have fun reading my work. R&R. Open to ideas, as always.:D

QUOTES AND LINES:

"Forty were wounded. Only nineteen perished. Everyone said it was a miracle that only nineteen were killed. What world has it become for it to be thought a miracle that nineteen people died?" -- Odd Thomas, in "Odd Thomas" by Dean Koontz

"The corpse you planted last year in your garden, Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?" --T.S. Eliot, "The Waste Land"

"Not one motion of her gesture will I forget; the prettiest bag lady I ever met. Pushing her cart in the rain...she watched the day pass, not hour by hour, but pain by pain...I was dead then alive, she was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine, you can pour us out we wont mind a scratch around the mouth of the glass, my life is no longer mine...our essence was fire and cold, and if they ask you for the sign of the father you can tell them its movement, movement and repose." --Paper Hanger, by mewithoutyou

UPDATE: 1/15/11-- And another year rolls by. Where have I been? What have I become?