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in case you were wondering
15.09.08 i write to fight the injustices committed unto myself by embarrassed girls with ponytail curls by the dusk-covered stars in the overcast sky by the weeping nights under unlit lights i write to fight the injustices committed unto myself … Continue reading
went for the gold
18.11.08 i am a battering ram made of tinker’s dam. an unsteady surface serving a worthless purpose. shaking the walls of this mistaken city, a city unshaken by the gravitational constant of my constantly repeating dreams. the repetition is nuclear … Continue reading
hitting the language barrier
27.12.08 [ed. note–this was the inspiration for this blog.] i write more than i eat thrice a day i poeticize put words to paper to humanize emotion but in all the subtlety of this poet he can’t seem to find … Continue reading
Major
18.01.09 Tom crossed the line this time. The third in as many tries. Also crossed his eyes, dotted his Tees, X marked the spot with wet sand from his thighs. Double crossed the lunar crosswalk: happens once in a blue … Continue reading
titled.
the bass is pumping, like fists on jersey’s shores. actually, that’s a pretty bad analogy. really, it’s like a bugatti driving through this dim light room: quickly. just… quickly. i drift through the harmonies, through wind tunnels and bastard couples … Continue reading
three words to infinity
no. definitely false. without abstraction, a lack of doubt. what a way to begin. multitudes convey platitudes, but alas, our story commences in negative. matter. consisting of mass and space. though situations may not be massive, and some thoughts never … Continue reading
the alcove
i’m lost in the moments monumental like tidal waves over sunsets overwhelmed with metathoughts and predetermined feelings i scribble. mental notes written in pencil and erased and re-written and re-erased in the near distance a man proclaims self-actualization his thoughts … Continue reading
i am the Ides, together we march
to the sound of bagpipes and vocoders. into war my friends, but not into battle. meritocracy is an ideal and we are idealists. the lifetimes of genocides will come to an end if we let the beats build unto broken … Continue reading
cognitive dissonance
the district is awake, but still alone. i am a house yet to become a home. i’m running through nightfalls forgotten, in the aimless abyss we used to know. and i know you hear me. i know you see the … Continue reading
words for the moment
life is richer in a minor key.