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.

11.30.2005

Words escape me, stories taunt. I can't voice what I need, I can't say what I want. The writer is sick and weary of the pen, but it's been so long I doubt I'd know where to start again.

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