An unedited stream of consciousness from a confusing time. When words were not enough—lines set in ink became the work of fabricated tales.
About the Author
Michael Rose
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Buffalo, New York
I've recently discovered the secrets of time travel from a journal I wrote to myself in the year 2039. When I'm not talking complete gibberish I work as a graphic designer who takes his RSS feed addiction seriously, talks about popcorn with way too much passion, and is on a never ending battle to defend his cat's reputation as a ghost communicator. For realZ.
Publish Date May 22, 2009
Dimensions Standard Landscape 66 pgs
Standard Paper
Category Poetry
Tags short story, blind contour, journal, poetry, fiction, love, heartbreak, nonsense, drawing, line, figure, sketches
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