Now, Dance!

I have been trying to shed my MySpace self for almost a year now. I quit it completely for Lent last year, which was a start. But last month, I decided to buckle down and chuck it once and for all.
“Hello,” I wrote to Customer Service. “I would like to quit this shit, please and [...]

I Don’t Know What It Means, But I Know That I Mean It

A cryptic message, c/o a church on 17th and Sansom.

[One of these days soon, I'll throw away all the things whose significance never crystalized.]