March 2013
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October 2012
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August 2012
3 posts
Off peak
I met a girl on the train who said “I don’t have many nice things, I don’t have many friends, but I have God in my life. And that keeps me going.”
And it made me sad. So I told her “That’s really beautiful”
When she reached her stop I knew that I would probably never see her again. And I hoped no one was mean to her that day. or the next day.
And if...
July 2012
3 posts
Always very real.
The sharks, the raw uncontained brutality of man. Switchblades, the hot smell of blood and pavement. The instant bruise. The tenderness of a black eye. The hit, the swelling, the tears which flood one’s vision. The greens and ocean blues of flickering neon lights. Of a hideous shiner.
All of these things…they seem real to me.
But then there’s the soft petal of leaves on the lake. The smell...
Find something that works.
It took me a while to figure this out, I thought I would share it.
It’s not as simple as it sounds, there’s a lot of moments where you’ll realize you’re all alone, thinking “how in the hell did this all happen”. When everything wonderful in your life seems like its gone out the window. I think everyone has been through it.
To put it simply.
If you can no...
June 2012
2 posts
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May 2012
4 posts
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On Concept Underground being dead
I feel like I should give a good answer instead of blowing off the question, not because it’s a heavy subject; but because I’m tired of talking about it, and surprisingly a lot of people have asked me about it. Mega weird!
When I was fifteen I wore high socks and converse to school, I dressed mainly in black Atticus or Macbeth t shirts and painted my nails black with sharpie marker. I...
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Jenny, between cigarettes
There are spaces on the street which exist for a few hours every night.
Fleeting places under neon signs. with neon hearts. neon women with crooked grins. Shining, smiling, razor wire teeth.
They can be anything they want to be.
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Farming isn't everything. You've got to live...
Being in a relationship is similar to being a farmer. The farmer is content with working his land, cultivating it, allowing it to grow. After all, it’s his job. There are hard times. Often, there is no rain. Through thick and thin the farmer persists, and if he is lucky (as some farmers are) he’s left with enough food to survive on his plot. Enough to sustain his happy farm...
