What made me stop? I don’t exactly remember anymore. Maybe I was too busy. Maybe I was disillusioned. Maybe I just had nothing to say.

Maybe I still have nothing to say.

It never stopped me before though. What made me stop?

I have half-thoughts and ideas that haunt me right before I fall asleep. That’s when I remember doing my best writing… at the edge of exhaustion, when there is nothing left of coherence beyond concept and thought and words flowing stream of consciousness. I was a good writer. I imagine I still am, if I choose to be. God only knows what I am, if I choose to be.

So I guess… hi again.


  • lafemmezilla

    April 25, 2002 at 7:40 pm


  • scottobear

    April 25, 2002 at 7:41 pm

    good to see you.

  • toosweet

    April 25, 2002 at 7:45 pm

    hi there…i just came back the other day too…i don’t know what happened either…i think i got lost somewhere

  • johnboze

    April 26, 2002 at 12:36 am


  • Anonymous

    April 26, 2002 at 5:35 pm


    heysa, j.l.

    these are my arms wide open in a welcoming embrace ( )

    *gosh, wonder what happened to my fingers!?*