The foundations of my youth are that of a heaping pile of melted vibrantly colored wax from a drip-candle; random, chaotic, beautiful, and forming the mold of another uniquely obtuse human child.
Archive for the ‘Blur of Life’ Category
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This was written circa 2009, but forgot to post it. Got back to Boise about 6pm from the trip to Nampa after grabbing my eldest daughter, and then popped into the daycare for a quick pick-up of my younger two children. Welcome: Instant. Noise. I’ve created monsters, clones of myself, who take great pride in [...]
