Jack Fisher

She wanted me to stay, but I hated the sticky sweet smell of the sheets afterwards.  It repulsed me.

Traveling together on the road prevented regular showers.  At times, stumbling out of the trails with our boots wrapped in mud and skin crusted with sweat, we both stank, but that I understood.

The third guy used to say hi to me a lot, but ever since I told him I didn’t have money when he knocked on my door at 11 pm, he hasn’t really been all that friendly.

Cloud8: hows it going Princess: hey dude Princess: i think i found a loophole Cloud8: to what Princess: where i don't have to get a job Cloud8: to life? Cloud8: oh Princess: essentially Princess: gay for pay Princess: generally that does okay Princess: ha Princess: poem Cloud8: hah

It’s the communities that are going on in the electronic alleys that I find valuable.  It’s those places where I can catch my breath, unplug from all the information overload, and recharge with real conversations.

I've migrated all my old posts over to Wordpress.  And now you can find me on tumblr.  It's been fun, Typepad.