The musings, laughter, anguish, and tears of a Stickman living the life drawn for him by the Artist. "I must learn to serve the Artist first, His pen directs my path. He breathes life into these worn-out sticks, And stickmen will see at last."

About Me

Poor. Student. Firefighter. EMT. Kind. Optimistic. Shy. Dreamer. Fool. Happy.

9.01.2004

Miss no opportunity

"Convey thy love to thy friend, as an arrow to mark, to stick there, not as a ball against the wall, to rebound back to thee."

-Francis Quarles

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