I’ve been afraid before that America is rapidly decaying… but it seems as though it’s happening faster than I thought. Honestly, I’m not sure if I want to live here anymore. And that’s saying something.
Author: Keith Survell
Geek, professional programmer, amateur photographer, crazy rabbit guy, only slightly obsessed with cute things.
A Cold Iron Hand
A Cold Iron Hand – A Poem by Keith M. Survell.
Happy New Year!
Happy New Year everyone! Best wishes to everyone for a happy & prosperous (emphasis on the prosperous) 2004.
Moved!
My blog is finally hosted on starkeith.net…. fully, not just with a redirect. So, now we’re ad-free. Yippie!
Night Time
Once he got behind the steering wheel, and the music began to play, everything was different. His mind was clear… focused. His hand moved to the stick. His other hand gripped the wheel. The engine revved. He was the car. But like all good things, it had to end.