November 2010
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williams farm. has all size pumpkins for 2 dollars. rt 7 north on the right past...
– mom
hahahahahaaa
(via premarital)
I love my Aunt Patti
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Halloween!
I’ll be working all day!!!!
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UPDATE: I’m not sure you guys grasp the full gravity of this situation; A gallon of milk fell out of my refrigerator and emptied half of its contents onto my kitchen floor…
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Just spilled half a gallon of milk all over my...
I thought that shit only happened in fucking Bounty commercials…
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The Last Remaing Warmth
steam curls over the lip
of the bright red mug,
and dissipates
into the cool thin air.
the hand that wraps
around the red clay
is chapped and
shaking. long, thin fingers tap
the sides in an agitated
melody and a sad drawn out sigh
escapes from a mouth where a cigarette
hangs. the clock reads 5:35; he
should have left by now.
a motor hums down the dark,
lonely highway behind the house.
the finger...
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Figured I’d one of my poems for all of you followers who have put up with my drunken ravings about writing my paper
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Finished my paper!
Now I’m walking to Baskin-Robbins to get a celebratory milkshake because I’m too drunk to drive.
Anonymous asked: you are my soulmate!
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I’m gonna be so fucking drunk by the time I finish this paper haha. I’m literally laughing thinking about it.
Oh how I love the life of an English Major!
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Anonymous asked: what is the most exciting thing you've done/place you've been?
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What will it take? (read and respond)
By the time I’m dead, I want to have left behind a really lengthy Wikipedia page. I don’t want to be “famous” for anything, hell, I don’t even want to be wealthy; there are just so many things I want to accomplish in my life. Noteworthy things. Things that would make it onto a person’s Wikipedia page.
And I realize this is something I’ve come to hold...
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And even my own mother will tell you I am an asshole, but underneath it all,...
– Titus Andronicus
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Leave me alone tumblr, I'm trying to write a paper...
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My dog makes a lot of cameos in my poetry...
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Updated!
~*UPDATED*~
I’ve updated my “My Writing” button on the left hand side of my page. It includes four new poems for those of you who are interested, or missed them when I originally posted them.
Enjoy
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Dirty Fingernails
you stand there,
beer can in one hand
cock in the other,
taking a piss in your
backyard, your fortress;
with the beautiful green lawn
that you fertilized last summer.
there were these spots in it;
big, brown, hideous spots
where the grass wouldn’t grow.
the thirsty, dry dirt bled through
and drove you mad.
you cursed at it for a few days,
then you finally drove your big ugly
truck out to the...
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Your body is a corpse
A rusty bag of nails
Lying by the sea.
– Starfucker
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I really hate sleeping.
There are so many things I’d rather be doing. I’m a firm believer in the fact that you waste most of your life during the hours that you sleep. But there’s not much I can do about it. I put my body through enough, I go as long as I can with as little sleep as possible, then: I need it.
Although I know how good sleeping feels—and once I’m asleep I can stay that way...
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Your Dog Dies
it gets run over by a van. you find it at the side of the road and bury it. you feel bad about it. you feel bad personally, but you feel bad for your daughter because it was her pet, and she loved it so. she used to croon to it and let it sleep in her bed. you write a poem about it. you call it a poem for your daughter, about the dog getting run over by a van and how you looked...
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What's really important?
I don’t finish too many things that I start. This has become a pretty significant problem in my life. I’ll start numerous books at the same time, not finishing some before moving to the next one. I’ll start a thought, only to have it float away from me. I’ll start a relationship, and have it burn out, have it slowly burn out.
It’s bound to become a theme in my...
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Tossed in the Wind
Unrequited love is a boar; A pig in the woods With gnarled tusks, Grunting in the dark. Snorting. Laughing. Unrequited love is your hand; It slowly passes by Looking for something To grasp, To hold, It longs. Unrequited love is the shakes you get When you’ve run out of Zoloft, and you Know you shouldn’t be Driving, But you drive. Headlong into the night. Unrequited love is a boar; A...
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All I need
Most nights I have a torrid time falling asleep. I can close my eyes, I can calm my breathing and my heartbeat. But I can never seem to quell my mind.
Sometimes I’m actively working on a writing idea; dwelling on an issue; thinking about my day; thinking about something, anything. Whatever the case, my mind makes it increasingly difficult to get some rest.
Most nights I’ll just lay...
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I want to get stupid famous
Solely so that I can get a full sleeve tattoo and not worry about my future/occupations.
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Just sent my resume to a publishing firm in New...
Wish me luck.
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Where is my mind?
Something is missing in my life. I can feel it but I don’t know what it is…
I just know that there’s something wrong. Something needs to be added, or changed. I feel it when I’m laying here on my couch, in the middle of the night, listening to soft piano songs.
The fact that I don’t know what yet is potentially dangerous. It means I could make reckless changes in...