This is an odd picture in New York. Maybe they sell fake arms. well it seems a little creepy to me. Thanks mom for the photo.

The boy sits Alone on the beach With glowering eyes And a heart Full of hate and anger He listens to the ocean Roaring day and night Arms wrapped tight around His scraped and bleeding knees Tattoos run up his arms Like black veins A fire burns before him As he stares deep into it Watching the fickle flame Dancing too and fro How unfair it is For it to be free When he stands in chains He waves his hand Slowly through the flames But he doesn’t feel the pain He doesn’t feel anything anymore So he takes what is left Of his meager belongings And throws them into the fire It crackles and waves Sparking to life As it consumes another’s The boy watches His life go up in flames Burning slowly to ashes As it withers and curls He stands And walks away He is done He is finally done

You seemed upset, maybe you missed your ride home, maybe your boyfriend stood you up. You were just standing there next to the road at a bus stop. There were lots of people but you stood alone. Maybe your anger isolates you. Or maybe you just wanted to be alone. I wish I had asked. I like your scarf by the way. Maybe I will write a poem about you, if so I will post it later so you won’t be alone.

Hello Tiger. I enjoy your tail. And your ears.

I know people How so? I can understand people Better than most Because I can see Through their eyes Feels as their hearts feel How do you do that? I don’t know I just do Well, who are you? I don’t know truthfully I am nothing I guess Because I am everything Or everyone I should say I don’t mean I am All powerful or all knowing You mean like god? Sure I am my writing I am my characters Every face I paint With my words is me Their face is mine I don’ have my own anymore I am a mosaic Of everything I have seen Will see And have made How did this happen? I don’t know I have always been this way Is it hard? Yes It is never easy Not having an identity of your own it is hard not knowing who you really are I can’t remember The last time I have seen my own face So you are saying You have no face? I laugh I guess so I am the portrait of a person Without a face

You know you are in Seattle when one room in a building has four different cans for recycling. I mean seriously, that is a little absurd. I am all for recycling but four? Really, four? This is in University of Washington for those wondering where this phenomena occurred. I guess this post is for my dad, the recycling man of our house. I guess we don’t have it so bad, because he could have four different cans for us to recycle with. Don’t get any ideas.

What is that in the distance? Could it really be? Yep it is: BALTO!!! This is mainly for the benefit of my Disney loving friends. I love Balto too. I remember seeing him when I was little in New York. My mom got this photo the other day, but I need to get back to New York personally. This will have to do for now.

This was in Pikes Place Market in Seattle during Halloween. Surprisingly the costumes where not as outrageous as I thought they would be. I was prepared to see some crazy things but it wasn’t absurd. Actually it was pretty normal. Well this guy just cracked me up. Standing on a corner smoking in a skeleton outfit. There is just something funny about that.

Little kid running at University of Washington. I have the same sweatshirt. yeah.

This woman at University of Washington caught my eye mainly because of her face, hair and glasses. I really like her attire as well. It just felt like she belonged there and she knew it. She seemed to fit in right where she belonged.