Stickmen

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.

3.20.2005

There's nothing in my pockets. I don't even have pockets. There are, however, waffles in the kitchen.
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me said...

OOOO... the delicious smell of waffles in the morning! I was delighted to wake up to the smell of omlets, bacon, and eggs. Yum. Actually, I don't really like eggs or omlets, but it was good to wake up to the smell.

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