October 2010
4 posts
mellow mellow mellow mellow mellow mellow
Melodramatic but hey, burn burn down those wicks whine whine with red red wine, we’ll soak in the tub, sulking in melancholy and melodrama
Damn near every night this blank page confronts me, a confrontation that I choose to back down from. Timid. A step back, a rearing weakness that the blankness highlights. Perhaps it’s not the step back that proves problematic, rather it’s a step up that I continuously fail to take. My soles could imprint themselves into long dried cement, it feels, like they would onto grass but...
A large black man with dreads and a beanie enters his cohorts monickers into the system to set things in motion. With one hand he enters the creative stage names and with the other he holds an ice cream cone that he nips at gently as to not stray his focus from the daunting lanes ahead. Once “Oneshot” is highlighted he asks his opponent to hold on to the ice cream cone, though I would...
