October 2009
22 posts
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The bathroom cabinet is a golden ticket of Wonka-like proportions. The warning labels attempt to ward off those tinkering with danger. He always hears, but never heeds. He’d hate for his good time to be hindered by an autocratical nuisance, so he ignores it. Just another thing to escape from, for awhile anyway.
The fluorescent border of the mirror adds a particularly theatrical aspect....
Don't hate, collaborate!
When clothing brands collaborate to make an exclusive, limited, or new collection, something better is always created. Like a bond between man and woman, each half is bettered. A bland style is revived, transformed, bettered. Everybody needs a little bit of help now and then…
Short Story
The bathroom cabinet is a golden ticket of Wonka-like proportions. The warning labels attempt to ward off those tinkering with danger. He’d hate for his good time to be hindered by an autocratical nuisance, so he ignores it. Just another thing to escape from, for awhile anyway.
The fluorescent border of the mirror adds a particularly theatrical aspect. Disappointingly, the light...
Splash
We walked outside after arguing over whether or not we wanted to leave campus for food. Our third friend yelled to us from the top of the wall that bordered the dorm’s outdoor pool. Climbing things, for most males regardless of age, is almost always appealing. He claimed he ran up the wall and grabbed the top, pulling himself up and over. My argumentative friend found a chair around the...
Cafe & Bar
Distressed leather cushions led to comfortable chairs. The downtown street lost it’s somber sulk as we looked at it from the inside. Food that would’ve been unique if it weren’t for other restaurants just like it. The soups on the menu were all chilled, as was the air outside. Luckily the vanilla-caramel coffee contrasted. We ate. My mother teased me for ordering the PB&J,...
New Slang
I mocked the travesty of verifying anything, no matter how notable, as “legit.” Crediting something with a half-assed title of being “legitimate,” I thought, didn’t make it all that “legitimate.” Not only did it have to live up to one’s personal standards to not fall under an illegitimate title, but it also didn’t seem to be deserving of the...
fastol:
girls always complain about dudes game, but girls really really don’t have any. out right letting me know you want to talk to me doesn’t do shit for me. i came outside expecting to be attractive. did you think you caught me off guard?
I rarely ever re-blog, but this one’s warranted.
Childish
The thought haunts all children. They assume that it’ll hurt, or that they’ll be seated in front of a monster of a human resembling Edward Scissorhands. To date, I’ve never heard of it “hurting” anyone, not even children, nor have I met any monstrous hairdressers. I never had the fears of most, as my mother’s cut my hair for 18 years of my life. Don’t you...
Call me Dilla. Psyche, just messing around with...
If you say "beer can" in a British accent, you're...
Transferring
This just isn’t the place for me. I’ve come to terms with it after mulling over the pros and cons. There’s something inside of me that always wants to find a quiet, hidden place in the midst of the chaotic rush of being in a city. Here, it’s always quiet. There’s no buzz throughout the streets. I need to be able to walk from serenity to chaos in a matter of minutes....
Children Of Heaven
The film outlines the stark contrast between the wealthy urbanized society and the makeshift community of the underprivileged, practically a mirror image of the United States. Iran is a country that Americans rarely see into, thus we make harsh over exaggerations and formulate a stereotypical image driven by misunderstood news and information. Iran, to Americans, is too often seen simply as a...
Untitled
The wind whistled through. The trees, like dogs, shook off their coating of water. The water smacked against the already soaked nylon of our tent. Packed in like an anchovy, I listened close as the downpour from the pines smacked hard atop my tin packaging. I closed my eyes and relaxed, trying to ignore the cold. The more comfortably I accepted my surroundings, the more easily I snuck away. The...
I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with my...
(via spilledbuttons)
To go along with my post, “Pride.”
Pride
Whenever I did well on something or “accomplished” something that I thought would warrant praise, there was only one person who’s recognition would count. I was appreciative of praise I got elsewhere, but whatever I did was only worth it when he said so. Whenever I knew that he had a sense of pride in me, I was happy. It never took much to make him proud, though I never...
A Question
Will my blog gain more popularity if I post pastel colored or faded photos with words printed over them that have vague, ambiguous meaning?
An Enemy of The People (The Bug)
I most likely wouldn’t have attended the production if extra credit points weren’t a driving force, but nevertheless I’m glad I did. I was taken aback by the professional quality of acting in students my own age. That may be something that’s often said to praise actors of a younger stature, but having seen many of my high school’s productions I can say that these...
Untitled
It was the only grass down in the industrial area that runs parallel to the train tracks. It looked like the abandoned building’s backyard. The old, practically empty cemetery mirrored the industrial buildings that once were. The brick graves dating back to the early 1800’s didn’t send us on our way.
The mosquitos did.
