January 2013
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An open letter to the guy who stole 20 dollars...
I don’t know why you needed my twenty dollars, but I can only hope that you have more cash than just what you stole from me. Hopefully, you’ll have enough to buy a lot of drugs. Not weed, but maybe like crack or heroin or meth. I want you to have my money if that’s the case. I want you to take it and buy more drugs than you ever have before and have the best time in your...
Acid
My chest hurts. It burns, but it hurts too. Only the left side. I can’t tell if I’m imagining it. I remember a conversation I had earlier in the day when I jokingly said that I don’t fear death. I do, but I’m obscenely curious of it. I keep pushing, my chest shrinks and tightens as my arms close to each other and it feels like my heart is pressed against my skin. I can feel...
Defenseless.
My hands are knots I can’t undo. It feels like the air is compressing only directly on top of me. It seems self involved to worry why no one else has noticed but I do that too. I hadn’t eaten all day. My stomach hadn’t rumbled and if it had I will deny it. I got a little lost and I drank a lot of water which can usually makes you ignorant to the hunger. The quivering spread from...
October 2012
1 post
Anything can happen on Halloween
But it usually doesn’t. Most of the time the only thing that happens on Halloween are the same things that happen to you on any other weekend. Sure, the slut that rejects you might have edged slightly closer to the line separating sexy and public indecency, but she rejects you all the same. Could it have been that your “Gerard Butler in the upcoming film ‘Chasing...
July 2012
2 posts
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3 reasons for things
My tea is getting cold. That’s not a metaphor, adding an ice cube would not effect temperature at this point. But it’s also a metaphor. Because I’ve been out of school now for about a long time. That means that if I ever had aspirations of having a normal life where I do a career for 30 years, breakdown, leave my wife and kids and marry a young Filipina, my clock is ticking. So...
June 2012
2 posts
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Fear itself is not the only thing to fear.
“The only thing to fear is fear itself.” I don’t know what dumb idiot said this but it’s stupid and I’ll tell you why: the world is a trouser defecatingly terrifying place. Think about spiders and serial killers and bad drivers and natural disasters and loose gravel and itchy leaves and fire. Those things are pretty bad when you have to deal with them. And...
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Hate is a strong word that I mean every time I say...
Girls.
Every episode of this show I watch ends with my face contorted into what I envision as a look that is the boiled down essence of abject horror. I should be clear, I am pretty confident that this is not the intention of the show despite having been told by others that I am supposed to hate every second of the show and that this is some kind of hipster irony thing. I will grant that the show...
