January 2010
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December 2009
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Rihanna claims that she’s “so hard.” Chris Brown proved otherwise, did he not?
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There’s Bud Light on my shoe and I don’t remember how it got there. Ah, the thought appears to me now. The quick motion I made to try to warm my hands in the fire pit we made in my friend’s backyard, must have distracted me from the beer clutched in the space made from one arm bone to the next. “Take a vacation & tell no one.” Why am I surrounded by these acquaintances? No...
I went far enough away to escape the daunting past that looms so horribly but then I wandered back home and am being reeled back into it’s clutches.
Fitted Hat: Yo check this out… We looked up at him, expecting something worth looking up at. Fitted Hat: Let me get some money We looked down at our pockets and back up at him, “sorry”
Had he done something warranting our satisfaction, like most other people in Albany who are homeless or claim the title, or at least had a sob story of fantastical myth, he may have gotten a...
Ghost Town, USA. Life After People airs on the History Channel, an in depth speculation of what the world would be like if the human race suddenly vanished. What interests me the most is when they base their speculation on what’s occurred in cities across the world after various devastating events in those places. Just like the nuclear demo town in the Hills Have Eyes or the wax town in...
I walked in behind other people, the way I always did when I went there. I stood stoic and looked around at the faces that were always there, the faces that never changed and still hadn’t. They were never my closest friends, our differences in lifestyle always yielded my psychological distance. They weren’t any closer now. They greeted me simultaneously, all in good nature as they...
Questioning existence, how do you know anything is there when it’s not directly in some sort of contact with you? Say you’re texting somebody, you never know what’s on the other end, not entirely anyway, all you know is that you have a text message. Does anything exist outside of your own vision and your own mind? I have my friends and my girlfriend, but when they’re not...
the quicksand dream
We walked along the grass alongside the old suburban street. Snow was scarce, found in conglomerations but never spread out, most had melted into the soggy grass. I was given the responsibility of watching after somebody’s dog for whatever reason. I didn’t know what kind of dog he was, he looked like some sort of miniature Great Dane and a maybe a Jack Russell Terrier. Infatuated, as I...
"things as they ought to be" →
Georgia under water. Hello rain, haven’t seen you in awhile. Since Summer shifted to Autumn and you took that as an invitation on your own accord. Since the sun took a break and you capitalized on it’s exhaustion. Since you rinsed off the sweat from my skin and rinsed out the grease from my hair. Since you made every morning this semester that much harder to wake up, since you made it...
Learning to accept change, and accepting the fact that nobody will always be there. My friends are transferring, and so am I. Just like I went down the east coast 18 hours for college and am slowly losing hometown friends, I’ll lose the friends I’ve made here when I move on elsewhere. Eventually, I’ll be on my own entirely. Maybe not for an extended amount of time, but I will be....
Conversing in real life is much more fulfilling than preaching over the internet. I learn nothing about myself by writing what I do here, and I learn nothing about people who write what they do on here.
To go along with my last post; Argument for the sake of argument is frowned upon, but it shouldn’t be. By arguing you get into deeper things, you think more. To argue you have to think about how to approach something, so you argue a point and it leads into further argument.
I like to have a strong thought process and to converse, though I hadn’t gotten the chance at the University until recently. You tend to compare the level of thought and conversation to those around you, you try to match them to keep everything easy and maintain a level of content. Few people push the boundaries of a conversation in fear of leaving a comfort zone. I maintained the status quo...
Holy Shit
Nick: When do you come home?
Me: Sunday
Nick: The Holy Day
Me: Let's get to Christening
Nick: Dip me in the Holy Water
Me: Shake dicks with thy brother
Nick: I shall send you to Heaven before we are sent to Hell
Me: Liberate me from these heathen lovers I've mistaken my record with
Me: The notches on my belt will be smoothed over with your single touch
I’ve been feelin’ like Manute Bol and the roof too low, the box they put us in ain’t big enough for me to grow
To tell you the truth it gets no better than this
The beginning of a new short story (maybe something longer) that I’m working on. Entitled “Lana Jade.”
Lana poured her vision into the glass, her eyes as cold as the ice within. She caught a reflection off of the slick surface, a younger man kneeled across the room. It may have been the curvature of the ice, but she swore he trembled as he left his chair. Doubting himself,...
I haven’t slept all night. Whenever she’s in town we stay up late, never saying much. It’s fulfilling enough to know that she’s battling sleep just as I am. Every second counts, every breath and sigh, every roll of tired eyes, every half (but sincere) smile, every minute awake with each other is important. I think she’s falling asleep now. I’ll wake her, like I...
CASTING AGENTS AND COW GIRLS - BUSDRIVER
Wait there’s a new beer pong room? I don’t know man, Bobby ate an Adderall this morning and just rearranged the entire house.
Sonic advertises it’s new gimmick, the “Brown Bag Special.” In no way is that appropriate or acceptable. The fuck?
The green apartment on Delaware Avenue is still green. It was painted a similar shade, it’s faded over time with the summers humid sizzle and the winters battering storms. The stairs have been repainted time and time again to refresh a worn look. The bar run from the basement floor of the apartment sent a dull murmur up through the floors into my bedroom, the decibel level never annoying....
You don’t need maps, when you know where the sidewalk cracks. We’re all human snapshots of the cities we grew up in. There’s the big city people, those who carry that big name around with them with big attitude and big pride. There’s the mid-sized city people, often just a reflection of the big cities on a smaller scale. There’s the small city and small town people...
Look I’ve never had a dream in my life because a dream is what you wanna do but still haven’t pursued, I knew what I wanted and I did it ‘till it was done so I’ve been the dream that I wanted to be since day one.
I told my girlfriend I thought I might switch and try to go pre-dental. She said that she could see it. I asked, confused, how? Noting that my life has been surrounded by art and writing and creativity. She replied saying that I just kind of look like a dentist. Well, Okay.
According to Cash Cab, FIFA has more governing members than the UN.
Legitimate facial hair is something I’d like to have. This patchy mess strewn about my face could never form a beard, or even a 5 O’clock. A childish facade litters my face. Hairs accumulate on my chin and spill down onto my neck yet my cheeks are left, more or less, bare. Every time I shave I get a discouraging reminder that I’ll never be able to pull off the lumberjack...
Moving On
Few people wanted to go to a boarding school during their high school years. There isn’t any difference between a boarding school and a college. I don’t particularly like living at school. I wouldn’t want to move back home to my mom and attend classes, though it’s cost effective. Frankly, I want to live in my own apartment next year. Maybe it’d make me view going to...
Better Days
Sickness plagues the day, a nostalgic reminder of how you’d been sick over the course of different holidays. Tissues piled up as the snow did. The days until Christmas were suddenly insignificant, because you started a new advent calendar awaiting the relief of ache and opening of nasal passages. You sat on the couch and watched holiday movies while consuming hot substances to numb the ache....
“My friend asked this girl if she would have a three way with us
and she was...”
– Really sealed the deal on that one, courtesy of Rory
Northern Bias
Despite having made friends down here and having a slightly fresh outlook on the kingpin state of the South, I still maintain my deep rooted differences. Not wearing my own personal bible belt, I thoroughly enjoyed Georgians (not as a whole) making it easier for me to make snide Yankee remarks as we rolled through the two lane highway. First there was the sign that read, atop a makeshift stand,...
Spilled Milk
Flow circumvent Cheerios pulsate with the stereo serve with cookies underneath mistletoe refresh under the pressing heat of the Rio De Janeiro sacred in India’s Lucknow thick and lucid slow. Off white bright message of an evacuates plight left the production line for light inside of refrigeration cools it right curdles with lime’s bitter slight. Newspapers cover it on the floor as it...
we'll talk tomorrow
i’ve decided that i’d be fine with just having a job and writing on the side and not finishing school it’s what i’ll be doing after school anyway well what kind of job youd need a degree for a decent one don’t you think depending on what you consider decent i’d be fine working at a bagel shop during the day and just writing at night living in my apartment with...
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Existentialism under technicolor skies. The dark clouds interrupted, pushing through at Armageddon pace. The drastic contrast sought attention. I got my camera from inside. It lasted for 6 photos. The battery ran out. I didn’t care about the camera. I wondered if those 6 snapshots will ever be duplicated in the skies. I have the only documentation of that exact formation. That sky is...
Jungle Gym
We reconnect with our adolescence. The battering weight of a dreary city and melancholy campus is lifted with the help of substance binges. Combatting influence, we search for adventures that aren’t out of body. Bigger kids now, we don’t appreciate the playgrounds of our youth as we once did. To match our bodies and minds, we need bigger thrills. Often spurred by questionable legality,...
