February 2012
5 posts
& we faced a new epoch
we’d antiquated
unbeknownst to us
and not quite enough
to understand
to get it
whatever it is we’re getting at
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Jerry
He was preaching about the sanctity of tits. Tit theology, if you will. Breasts are abundant like barnacles. A smile peeked through his unkempt upper lip as he recounted all of the nipples he’d seen, the perky and the pepperoni. His philtrum had long sprouted facial hair older than the follicles slipping through my boxer-briefs, like a weathered broom. He was weathered too, like a man who has...
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He gingerly fingers his way along the shelves. His fingers stop as if they were playing a selecting game of sorts, the only viable way to choose narcotics. Eeny- meeny… He selects his poison for the night and throws back his head in routine fashion, with insolence, bolstered by his intrinsic nonchalance.
The fluorescent bulbs bordering the mirror add a peculiar theatrical aspect. Disappointingly,...
January 2012
6 posts
A reputable neighborhood, suffering from the... →
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Pretenses drawled about her mannerisms as she thwarted any hopeful student’s idea of an art history professor grounded by societal norms. Sagaciously she professed her love of students and how her varying degrees in the arts would envelop us and subsequently bolster our bourgeois understanding of culture into aristocratic prowess. She spoke slowly with saccharine praise of the humanities, or...
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Indicative of the illegitimacy of proper identification cozied in the wallets of the youthful “of-aged,” I dreamt myself at a watering hole I’d become familiar with merely on the external. Its coordinates are proximal to my house. Inside, I felt timorous in contrary to my intrepid bar hopping and rampant identity theft. Upon ordering a beer that I deemed tasty according to the...
December 2011
5 posts
They see me as the yankee imperialist aggressor,... →
The North Korean tour of boredom and propaganda
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Straining myself to accurately convey the indubitable mitigation that driving alone, whether with or without direction, gives me. It shouldn’t be so difficult to express when the bottom line is so easy to conjure. I like driving, particularly with empty seats surrounding. What’s the fuss in describing that? But in fuss I have been indulging. Presumably this could root from a devout...
My most acclaimed drunk text
“I litrLlty just said “ph I’m sorry does it bother you that by I’d the quintessential staple of americAn proverbs”
The screen door smacked against its frame inches behind me as I walked in, so unsuspecting. It’s that moment when cavalier shifts to crisis, a slew of emotion that one hardly knows how to combat. It’s that moment when one’s faithful perception of monogamy is disrupted by the ripple of truth, by the revelation of a third party. The ton of bricks, the haymaker. I looked to those...
November 2011
5 posts
Curmudgeon- Cantankerous, surly
Incorrigible- Hopeless, without reform
Feral- Untamed, wild
Harrow- Sack, demolish
Deference- Obedience, compliance
Ubiquity- Omnipresence
Recent additions to my vocabulary, in particular order.
Everybody these days claims to be an insomniac. These pretense exclamations root not from diagnosed insomnia, but rather the ado of the internet. It’s unlikely that we suffer from an unconquerably undesirable wake. We’re too connected to the internet to connect with our pillow, is all.
Every night there’s trouble. No one’s got no dough, but all the world’s here wasting it. Always money for thrills and twists, and never money for food. Sometimes I despair the species, you know? Road To Perdition
October 2011
9 posts
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There’s a unique affinity tagged upon the hosted; the position of the novel guest, the plus one. Vested with only the obligatory leash to one’s host, the guest is free to mingle amongst acquaintances without awkward relations to reference. Guests are judged to the extent of their familiarity; sparse attendance with a low retention rate leaves little to evaluate. It’s one of those...
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I wouldn’t consider it losing one’s mind. This would have the implications of brain deterioration; the literal loss of thoughts that once were or, rather, never will be. Cloudy thoughts, moreover. In the midst of an overcast cerebral forecast, things may subside, but rarely do they dissipate. How can one lose their mind, when we are bounded by no limitations; when we cannot possibly...
High brow hipsters strut the avenues of cities nearby, a satellite, I float around with nothing but my wandering eye..
Psychic Benefits →
“The big difference between art and sports, of course, is that art collectors are honest about psychic benefits. They do not wake up one day, pretend that looking at a Van Gogh leaves them cold, and demand a $27 million refund from their art dealer. But that is exactly what the NBA owners are doing.”
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If I were to dabble in real estate I would do so just before the leaves form favelas.
The colorful yet decaying favelas spur a botanical sprawl the likes of an infesting weed. Eventually, when the fallen appendages can no longer be swept under the rug, we rake them out. And thus comes relocation warranted by their inability to just hang on, but they never did have a chance. Isn’t it always...
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Every weekend comes to an end, infamy is drawn from vague memories and Sweet&Low lies, low calorie beer and low caliber lore. The lifespan of the stories, despite exponential editing and additional memories surfacing, has a duration of roughly one hundred hours. In a matter of days these non-fiction fables are reworked and forgotten as a flush of new tales echo about alcohol saturated...
“The leaves are starting to change now. And no I’m not saying that you...”
September 2011
15 posts
Scott Schuman, The “Sponsored” blogger.
Fashion aside, let’s focus on the advertising involved here. This guy is not arrogant in that he’s too confident and shrugs off the microbloggers following in his footsteps, his arrogance and naivety derive from the fact that he believes that American Apparel is “sponsoring” him. He huffs and puffs about his integrity. AA is...
Bugs Infesting Area Apartment Have No Clear Goal →
BUFFALO, NY—Residents in a downtown apartment questioned the goals and motives of the bugs infesting their home this week after watching cockroaches wander aimlessly from room to room with no apparent objective. “At first I thought they were just searching for food,” Valerie Dicaro said Wednesday, adding that she figured the bugs would have their act together by now, considering it’s been six...
J: (While playing a video game) Alright, where the fuck is the ground?
TD: (While intoxicated, and slightly relieved by the recognition of similar concerns) That’s what I’m sayin’!
virtuosoveritas asked: Incredible blog. I'm so glad I found it.
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Every Facebook status is an anecdote concerning, or rather a plea of hatred toward Facebook. Changes start to circulate and its users feel mistreated, as if the updates had the full intent of inconveniencing those avid users. Zuckerberg created something so powerful that not only would it manifest itself as a societal normality, but would manifest itself inside itself. Inception of the mass...
KIDS & GLORY
Not unlike those deeply light saturated photographs of summer days, sunlit nostalgia encapsulated for eternity, a group of kids roamed the beach that adjoined the Atlantic. I leave out an adjective preceding the group simply because “kids” humors the wandering imagination. Kids are just kids, with but only spontaneity as a reflection of their nerves. I thought of tagging them with a...
HUMAN BEINGS IN A MOB, WHAT'S A MOB TO A KING,...
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The nonsense experiment I crafted now has 6 times...
Synopsis of MaconSun, provided by it’s author: Creative writing with the intent to provide meaningful content, lacks professional edges, rivaled vocabulary, unabashed use of aids, littered with drug references, melancholic, conversations relevant likely only to the author, lacks photography simply because I am not a photographer, the quality comes when most disconnected. Stay tuned,...
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I stood idly with my two extremities, my foundation, seemingly sunken into the pavement. The same pavement that stretches down streets that wouldn’t exist otherwise, the muck and mile too familiar, dubbed cleanly by societal norms. Clean in the sense of organization anyway, I could go further: An expose: How Roads Shaped Society, or Streets Accredited with Infrastructural Confines, or simply...
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Frank Ocean: a non fictitious anecdote to himself,...
“hey chris,
your name is frank now..it’s a long story. your girlfriend is about to break up with you because of the long distance. it’s ok. & that job you’re working..well, you’re gonna have to work there for another year and some months.. & then you’re gonna get fired. you’re gonna work a couple more jobs after that too. nothing glamorous. kinkos and at&t if you really want...
Dive Bars, Wicked Scars, All Stars. Stickers with this printed across are all over this city, turning this town into some sort of occult following. The lines spill out of the doors to the Armory as skimpy outfitted women of all ages smile and stamp forehands, as if you’re to enter a bar through the doors. Once through the doors and swimming through a sea of tattoos, beer, and screaming, one...
August 2011
7 posts
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She waved but I’m waved, told her girl go away, you need to get saved, see that road you’re on? Its already paved, mines a little different, haven’t slept in days, haven’t felt since may, june and July said hello and goodbye, the months they go, and the drugs they show, were nothing but strays, girl were nothing but strays
In the English language, most words take on a particular ending to refer to a woman. For instance, a female actor is an actress. The male domineering language has many instances like this, however, there is but one single word with the opposite function: widower (A man who has lost his wife to death and has yet to remarry).
Court Adjourned
TD: I saw this picture of an above the influence tattoo and the guy was spewing out some “yeah, I’ll never go back to my drug days, celebrating 3 years sober” type of accomplished jargon. I don’t think praise should boast his ego, it’s not as if it never happened.
LS: It’s different when you’re actually addicted and facing withdrawal. Because that shit...