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Sometimes, we have to change to simply avoid becoming stagnant. I like to learn new things, and I need a change in my life if I'm going to stay sane & keep my wife sane.

I hate school.

Can't I just go, learn some cool stuff, and get a diploma? I like too many things to concentrate on one program. I like art (illustration), woodworking & carving, writing, the english language, grammar, poetry, food, firefighting, fighting, nature (!).

I took Soils & Vegetation at CCSU my freshman year. It was a great class, if a little dry. I did my final paper on Black Walnut Blight.

If I have to take another Freshman Composition class I'll stab myself in the eye with my #2 pencil.

If I could stick with Creative Writing past the Intro classes I think I'd be fine. The Intro classes are always 90% kids who don't even have a concept of comma usage & think it's going to be an easy "A". Then there's you and one other who are actually trying. It sucks a whole lot.

I got a new tattoo Monday. It's my ninth. It was fairly spontaneous for a tattoo. And for me. But it was a change, and it felt great.

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You must know that I watch you.
I think you're afraid to watch me too.
There's a secret behind your smirk.
Something hidden, something dark.
Let's share secrets, let's find out.
Let's plant the seed and watch it sprout.
And dance beneath it's tangled limbs,
chanting ancient burial hymns.

Draw me a map. I'll decipher it.
Sketch me a maze and I'll delight in it.
I'll creep the alleys of your brain,
to find the treasure you contain.
I'll split that secret open wide.
There's no shame here, and no more pride.
I'll find your most delicious sins
and revel in them, drink them in.

I'm curious. You've struck a nerve.
I have to touch what I observe.
Something's lurking deep beneath.
That sarcastic mouth is just a sheath.
A shroud, a mask I'll rip away.
We're hand in hand. Come out and play.
Come frolic in our devilry.
Myself, our demons, and you makes three.

You can't fight a fighter or shock a freak.
Let me inside, give me a peek.
Let me taste your pain tonight.
I don't hit much, but I do bite.
Reveal your inner horror show.
Gasoline on the fire? How apropos.
I'll push your senses past taboo.
Don't worry. I show you mine, too.


(c) 2011 Adrienne Shonio