Of Miles Rausch

I posted a poem that I wrote to deviantart. It’s Art Poetry. Not as large as a wallpaper, but it’s nice. Check out I Spend My Time Dreaming here.
This post is not a humourous piece. This is informational. I want to apologize for those of you who have tried to [...]

When it’s in ruins. How do you ruin a party? Evidently, you invite me to go along. I seem to be either an attractor of bad parties or a destoyer of good ones. It works much the same way inviting your dog to the cat show works. Wait, how about [...]

There is a new prose author currently in the collection. Check out : excelsior maximus : if you have time.
Also, collin has gotten a new site, so his link has been updated.

I hate driving. Quit looking shocked. As scared as I am of everything, you would think that propelling myself in a [...]

You see this mark here? And this one here? How about these over here? Of course you don’t see them, but if you could you would witness the horrible disfiguring that “Fiddler on the Roof” has done to me.
I am forever scarred…
Burns
Abby, who was in the play, can attest to this. [...]

I thought about writing about the worse night of the play. I was going to recount all the horrible details of missed lines, painful disfigurings, destroyed props, and the conflagration (fire).
But I’m tired. So instead I’ll say this -
Visit my new Wallpaper section! Or else.
You can get to it by clicking “climbing [...]

My apologies to those who are new to this site. What follows next is a somewhat depressing reflection on the end of the play. Usually I write happy, funny things of wit and … humour. Go figure.
I’m quiet right now. Very quiet. I should be working on Linear Algebra homework, [...]