Jericho-the-Red

This really is an old page. All my bitter work is here. It however is someone(what?) enjoyable in that way.

Hello. Sorry I haven't visited in a while. I've been out and about on my own, in one of those little journies that people take. I've been out making stairways places of regrets, and giving myself plenty of time to walk behind people more vulnerable than me. Living alone and falling in love with tall andgrogenous women, only to end up finding them to be crazy as all women are. I don't skirt chase much any more. I wish I had a better concept of 'hurt', but that numbing sting of life is still at my neck. ....well I don't mean to me melodramatic.  Just cryptic. I'm just sorta tired of people yelling hatered at me about themselves. I'm goin

I'm always confused what to put in these journals~~ Who really gives a fuck about these. I'm obviously going to post pictures eventually, so why say it? You can't help my problems, so why put them here? No amount of intelligent words will attract me a intelligent woman, so what point is there to try an sound smart, much like I'm doing now? Anticdotes are cute, but usually barely worth a read, especially since I can only dream to be a writer. >>