I should mention I was thoroughly tanked on sangria when I made this one. It just seemed appropriate...

A song about the insecurity of a relationship.

I'm still sort of working on this and may upload a revised version

I watched as she walked back across the border. There was no one waiting to question her. she turned back to look at me from the other side of the fence. I couldn't decide which side of the wall I was on. Goodbye my Penelope.

The darkness was all encoumpassing in the west fork of Oak Creek Canyon. The party cougar visited us that first night. He drank all of our whiskey and stole all of our women. The party cougar cares only about himself.

The e-mail was quick in explaining all details. They had married as soon as he found out he was being shipped out. They had less than a month together. She explained that his father had pushed him towards military service. That he was told that…

She sat across from me on a couch. It was Paris at 2:00am. Among the beauty of the french women, her homelyness stood out. 'do you find me attractive?' she asked. 'no' I replied. 'the feeling is mutual' I got up to leave.

We finally got back to my car at about 8:00am. We fell asleep in separate seats. When I woke up I checked my wallet. The budget for the entire trip was gone in one night. 'I think I gave that driver a hundred,' I said. You just groaned and…

'Everyone I touch turns to dust.' 'Like Midas!' 'No idiot, that was gold. At least that would have been useful' Of course I thought she was crazy. I asked her to prove it. She had no problem. She reached out and touched my hand... I cannot…

I looked around at the dark store fronts as we made the long trek back to her car. It was errie. was thos really going to happen again? As we approached her car my heart was pounding against my ribcage. I led her towards the backseat and kissed…

It was the briefest of looks, but from that moment (in that discustingly dirty kitchen, no less) it was a certainty that you would be mine.

'All dinosaurs for all time will know of your shame. They will tell stories of your transgressions. They will tell their children of your sins but from this point on, no one will ever speak your name again.' With that, the giant stone was rolled…

she turned to me and asked in her broken english, 'How old are you?' '25' She made a motion of a plane taking off with her hand. 'Your plane has already left'