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Just words with no place to go..

Part two of my journey to freedom

my farewell to saint michaels den

There are many levels of love. This is how we met, and this is the level we're on.

Lighthearted look at the innocent trees I've killed, and the people who believe the death penalty is warranted..written for a contest.

True encounter my first day in prison..

A two Chapter journey to freedom. Six months in the womb of the tomb.

A chance meeting with a stunning woman.

The sea has a power and a mystery that always brings me peace..

I am dumb. I've been dumb all my life. My dad and mom were dumb, and both my brothers are dumb. We come from a long line of dumb people.