I have, over the course of my life written some really horrific pieces of prose (and, before that, poetry). I hope that I have culled from the tree only the nicest, most passionate fruits for your originally sinful pleasure. Forgive me if that is not what I have done.

  

 

Some day, I might change the layout of this particular page so that it looks more deserving of a mad genius. Today is not that day.

  • Freak. I wrote this during my junior year of college, while I was studying "abroad" in Canada. (Shut up! It was hard to find a good college that taught in English and had good curricula in both comp sci and phil!!) It is stream-of-consciousness (a term coined by William James, by the way), with hard divisions that indicate the passage of a day or more. It was written over the course of several, unevenly spaced nights. I no longer feel as moved by it as I did at the time. Let it serve as a historical reference more than anything else.
  
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