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.

8.28.2005


Can I tell you -
i would rather die then hide the shooting stars that fly in your eyes

1 comment:

alyssa said...

I thought it was just the light reflecting off my contacts????