The Wall

Stories I'm focused on

  • Playhouses
    Well I just about swear I been sittin’ out here for six years and I think I got barely thirty dollars.1 / Yessir, just ‘bout thirty two dollars and eleven cents.2 /
    500 words, 15 comments, June 29, 2008
  • Grey Goose Blue
    There is nothing lonelier than drinking vodka straight from the bottle in the back of a truck in the middle of the night.1 / The drink felt
    2300 words, 17 comments, April 3, 2008
  • Oh, Great Reverend
    The loud speaker turns on, and The Reverend tells us to report for a meeting.1 / I stand up and walk to my Reverend.2 / My cousins and I walk like sheep to the meeti
    500 words, 6 comments, March 27, 2008
  • Trailer Trash
    1400 words, 15 comments, July 27, 2007. In Experimental, South, Violence
  • Casey Sal
    I gazed out at the endless pasture and corn. Such a nice little place the Catskills was, out of the big city and such. I gently brushed my
    3600 words, 12 comments, June 25, 2007. In 60's, Death, Drugs, Woodstock

My Stories

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  • A Retrospective
    They have been exported here by some exwedrpf was soryy to yyou aaso dtheawo this is a plea out to the correct eggman can meand sally are taken what wonderfuldolls, boom thrown into a river eats the i flood. ande wae wake in
    300 words, 2 comments, October 8
  • Wiring
    I deserve this. Don’t I? I did terrible things and I deserve to be punished to the full extent of the law. My lawyer has the bored look of defeat on his face, mindlessly spinning his pen between his fingers. The judge looks l
    1600 words, 1 comment, April 22
  • Crumbling Bars of Mexico
    Oh, the blurring lights spped down the freeway of my mind,1
    100 words, 5 comments, September 9, 2008. In , Poetry
  • Skinny Love
    You know what’s nice? When you’re that special kind of drunk, where you are still functional, but it feels like your watching what you’re seeing through a movie theater screen. Where you’re happy because for the rest of the
    300 words, 9 comments, August 9, 2008

My Poetry

  • Crumbling Bars Of Mexico
    Oh, the blurring lights speed down the freeway of my mind,
    <100 words, 1 comment, March 2
  • Aren't You Proud
    No preistly man's
    Going to save us now
    <100 words, 1 comment, March 2
  • Why'd you even bother?
    I know you did it out of pity / Every moment to you was hell / You were sweet and you were saintly / I thought I knew you so well / But you've got to tell me, / Why'd you even bother? / With your tricks and y
    <100 words, 3 comments, May 29, 2007. In Song, Anger, Personal, Love

My other items

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  • Crumbling Bars Of Mexico at allpoetry
    Oh, the blurring lights speed down the freeway of my mind,
  • [ No preistly man's ] at allpoetry
    No preistly man's
    Going to save us now
  • Why'd you even bother? at allpoetry
    I know you did it out of pity / Every moment to you was hell / You were sweet and you were saintly / I thought I knew you so well / But you've got to tell me, / Why'd you even bother? / With your tricks and y

Guest Book

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  • Noisome. on June 30, 2008
    I'm thinking I should take this to messages before it gets extensive, but yeah!
    Really. He was and still is an ass and a good musician. He's one of those guys who gets be despite his lack of 'whimsical' voice..
    It's great..
  • Noisome. : Oh so true.. on June 29, 2008
    Bob Dylan.. I grew up on his music and it makes me ever so happy. I think I worship him higher than god.. >.> I'm not religious, though. Anyways, yes. Ballad of a Thin Man.. Tis a good one. I have a great cover of it, too. =]
  • Noisome. on June 28, 2008
    Nice musical choices.
    I applaud the Bob Dylan quote. He's one of my favorites. I must say, I do believe the word is "Silhouetted," though..
    Spelling freak, sorry. (=
    Anywho, great page and lovely quotes.
    -Sarah. [=
  • Naive. on June 18, 2008
    Ohmygoodness. Ernest Hemingway is my favorite author. =D

    Hello, by the way.

    -jj

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