My passion is ...
reading, writing, hiking, camping.
I know too much about ...
nothing.
My parents always told me ...
put down the seat when you're done!
My childhood ambition ...
to make my family proud.
My favorite memory ...
chatting with Ray Menzarek.
Why I write ...
to cause confusion.
What I am reading/watching/listening to ...
Dharma Bums//Thelonious Monk
My first job ...
grocery bagger.
My best moment ...
still awaits me.
My inspiration ...
Kerouac, Morrison and a star-filled sky.
Thoughts splurge from the decrepit mind of Theodore Ellingsly as he lies in bed half awake, half naked listening to the morning chirp of yellow-tipped, hovering canaries. The pale, rounded sun has yet to rise over surrounding hill-locks and his body has yet to stir this day of St. Valentine. A day that he has grown to detest and regard to as "the day I wish to sleep through". His eyes quiver with curiosity and hands tremble with regret as his body lies motionless while ears count each passing tick-tock of the crooked, wooden clock. A thick hand-woven duvet drapes stock still, covering him ...
More..Gregory Reed
Member since: January 2009
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