Originally from Louisville, Kentucky, Chris Milam currently resides in the bucolic wasteland that is Hamilton, Ohio. He’s a voracious reader, baseball junkie, and a charming, delusional, moody introvert who rarely strays far from the couch. Solitude is his religion.
Why he writes: to heal, to forget, to explore, to understand, and to appease the demons crawling inside his head.
He also cries during The English Patient, coffee is his lifeblood/life partner, and validation from others is his drug of choice.
Wisp of Smoke 
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I’m Tokoni, A student and poet. Its nice to meet your I’d like to invite you to my blog, http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com if you’re interested. Thanks!
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