February 2012
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Anonymous asked: are you seeing anybody right now?
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Self-explanatory. →
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The Art of Drowning
I wonder how it all got started, this business
about seeing your life flash before your eyes
while you drown, as if panic, or the act of submergence,
could startle time into such compression, crushing
decades in the vice of your desperate, final seconds.
After falling off a steamship or being swept away
in a rush of floodwaters, wouldn’t you hope
for a more leisurely review, an...
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Everyone is gonna be blogging about the Oscars/Academy Awards, whatever the hell they’re called. Guess I just won’t even bother trying to post anything haha
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Here’s some neat art(s) I found.
Anonymous asked: when you drink do you not know when to stop? or you just chose to keep going until you're drunk?
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one beer becomes two; two beers becomes one-hundred
nothing quite like a long beer after a cold day
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One day you'll be married...or maybe you won't.
Either way, not too long after that, you’ll be dead! So don’t worry so much!
I actually got an article this week.
I suppose I should fucking write it then…
fuckin’ piece of shit school paper cutting back the column of one of their longest serving writers
I’m gonna sneak some subliminal messaging and profanity in.
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I wish I had a pet bear, so I could grow to love it, and it would, in turn, kill and devour me.
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2 poems in one night
i feel sorry for you guys.
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that fucking poem
took me longer to code the final line—so that it would indent far enough—than it did to fucking write the thing.
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lying in bed
It was early one morning,
just before five. We were
lying in bed, thinking about
talking to each other;
wondering what would come
next, before we even thought
about where or how
to begin. That night you
dreamt that you were floating,
face down, on the lake
at sunrise. “I could feel
the morning tapping me on
my shoulder” you’d tell me
later that day, “but the
bottom of the lake was...
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Never had to do so much research in order to write a short story before. Fells weird/good, man.
It will either rule, or be totally awful.
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red wall
putting love
into
the heart
is like
pouring hot grease
into
a coffee can,
and closing it
behind the
freezer door.
“If God exists, I hope He has a sense of humor”
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If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you,...
because girls tend to stay away from me, therefore, they cannot cause me “problems” due to the vastness of their proximity from my being.
A part of me wishes I could be more of a morning person. There’s just something oddly enthralling about being awake early in the morning—before the sun comes up.
I guess, because I don’t sleep all that well, my body wouldn’t last very long if I was constantly waking up before sunrise.