“But the world is neither significant nor absurd. It is, quite simply.”
-Alain Robbe-Grillet
March 2011
February 2011
“The dog died.
You ate your meals and you said your prayers.
Your life was a life. But now where you sit
at your desk overlooking the wet fields
something scratches at the base of your neck
and pulls your head up, so that you see coming
toward you with dead calm through the dusk
a forest—dark and limbless.” —Brigit Pegeen Kelly
You ate your meals and you said your prayers.
Your life was a life. But now where you sit
at your desk overlooking the wet fields
something scratches at the base of your neck
and pulls your head up, so that you see coming
toward you with dead calm through the dusk
a forest—dark and limbless.” —Brigit Pegeen Kelly
http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lgpmtsQfqN1qe4d42o1_500.jpg
is that boy you?
haahaha no, that’s not me.
Listening to merengue
while I critique (write mean things about) short stories written by other people.
-_-
“Purgatory’s kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren’t really shit, but you weren’t all that great either. Like Tottenham.”
—Ray, In Bruges
This is MALARKY
Red meat is necessary to a healthy diet
and a FUN-FILLED, ACTION-PACKED existence!
All rocks go to heaven
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Wellington Blues
You’ve gone too far away.
Escaping the confines of
My mind, and my pen.
I guess it didn’t register
.
When you said New Zealand.
I knew it was taking you away
From me, but I never knew
It would take
.
You
Away
From
Me.
.
The oceans in my dreams
Never appear this vast, with
Greens plunged into somber blacks.
The starry sky drains down
.
Mixing with a splotch of
Blue paint on your palette –
Like the rich, dark oil
That the ocean thought it could forget.
Can we all just pick a time tonight to simultaneously masturbate together?
Valentines Day 2011
I’m in.
I have fears, you know.
Sometimes I’m afraid that the words have all dried up inside of me.
When I get that overwhelming pang of uselessness. A useless mind, a useless body, a useless talent—a misused talent.
I think I’m afraid of stagnation, but perhaps it’s the opposite. Perhaps my constant rejection of stagnation—or as some know it, comfort—is keeping me unhappy on these nights where my mind wanders.
In this moment, this very second, I’m not happy. Half lying down, half sitting up with a too expensive computer in my lap. No, I’m not happy. Maybe tomorrow, while I’m half sitting up, half lying down in the early glint of the morning sun—supposing the clouds don’t decide to obscure its rays—I’ll feel happier.
I don’t have any advice tonight, I know I did. Back when I used to write meaningful blog posts, full of letters that interlocked into words that connected into sentences that meant things. Meaningful things. Full of meaning.
I haven’t done that in a long time. I haven’t done a lot of things in a long time. Maybe I’m bored. Maybe I’m feeling depressed. Aren’t those of the same nature? Boredom and depression have the same symptoms. I’m definitely bored.
Sorry for complaining. These aren’t even real problems. I’m not starving, I’m not poor, I’m not homeless, I’m not jobless, I’m not struggling in the world (yet). I just feel a strangeness in my chest. It doesn’t sting. It doesn’t hurt. It just is. It’s a strange pressure. The compressing force of uncertainty. Almost like a vibration in my ribcage, which occurs when I suck in a little bit of air. And when I breathe it out, the uncertainty clings to my lungs.
I want to go back to Webster hall so I can listen to loud music, dance, and get drunk again
Wake Up
Dr. Dog
Oh, wake up, wake up, wake UUUUPP!!!!! We are only part of a dream.
All the things in your heart, like the things in your head, are only what they seem.
Harry Potter and the Half-Dub Remix Dubstep
Terabyte Frenzy
thepunksandthedimestoresaints:
HARRY POTTER DUBSTEP
Kudos to whoever made this.
Whoa.
what do.
Lesbians,
it’s like wrestling but with two winners.
Communist Daughter
Neutral Milk Hotel
And wanting something warm and moving bends towards herself the soothing proves that she must still exist she moves herself about her fist.
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Holland, 1945
Neutral Milk Hotel
The only girl I’ve ever loved, was born with roses in her eyes.
A bowl of ice cream just got to the netflix party.
fashionably late as always I see, ice cream.
Ya know, all the times that I've cut my own hair in the past, I've really regretted the outcome.
This time, I don’t think I fucked anything up too bad.
Goin' out on a Friday is cool. But I'd rather watch Netflix on my couch.
In case any of you wanted to read some of my articles.
Keep in mind that I write for the Opinion section, so these articles aren’t really groundbreaking. I really don’t care what I’m writing about, I just enjoy writing, which is why I figured the Opinion section was for me.
First article—about how modern day people are too worried about their futures and forgetting to live their lives:
http://www.themontclarion.org/archives/3735416
Second Article—about the effects of technological advancements on human interaction:
http://www.themontclarion.org/archives/3735784
Third article—about the influence of political satires like The Daily Show and The Colbert Report on the minds of young adults
