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If you didn’t already know, I’m an asshole. I’m a dick. I’m distasteful. I’m disrespectful. I’m disdainful. And most notably, I’m disgusting. Surprisingly, such comments did not come from my ex-girlfriend – no matter how warranted such a response may be from her. Instead, they came from my peers, the group of individuals I associate … Continue reading
To think we’d both come this far. Yes, my dear reader, we have done it. Applause is certainly recommended, if not warranted for you and I, whether for better or for worse, thick or thin, sickness or health, have clambered through weeks upon weeks of writing. Sometimes what we found was good. Other times, bad. … Continue reading
As it turns out, I am a human. Although it would seem that such an assumption should already be understood by some twenty years of existence, I have realized recently that it is not. Instead, I have been persisting in a delusion. For a while now, I thought that my self-worth was something guaranteed. I … Continue reading
As I type, your hair is sprawled spaghetti over a pink plush pillow. It is messy. It is tangled in an unkempt slew of knots. It hasn’t been washed in three days. It is perfect. The first time we met, I could’ve sworn it was sunny – even though I know very well it was … Continue reading
My brother, the poet. Even as I type that, I laugh. Who would’ve ever thought that my inferior twin brother, the one who is afraid of diving, the one who is allergic to horses, the one who could never write the alphabet without it looking like a slasher-movie victim, the one who had to perform … Continue reading
It is no secret: I am no biologist. As I grow older, and the world mystifies, amazes, and confuses me more so, I realize that no one is though. Instead, what we are – and what we remain to be – is a shelling of a fleshy cadaver bred from billions upon billions of years … Continue reading
This one is to all the ladies out there. You know, those foxy-single-estrogen-spewing-interested-intellectuals-who-read-blogs-by-struggling-nobodies. You know, those late-night-visiters-to-random-pages-because-they-are-trying-to-stave-off-boredom. You know, those picturesque-bombshells-and-grotesque-ogres-alike. You know, the girls. Oh my ladies, how you treat me by reading this. Your presence. Your perfume. Your complexion. It’s all too flattering. Heart-warming, even. This, of course, is addressed to the one … Continue reading
To be honest, I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s a weird feeling when the abstract combines with the concrete, and fact becomes fiction: I’m an idiot. It pains me to say it, but it’s true. I’m dumb. It’s not my fault exactly. Some may blame it on the fact that I was three months … Continue reading
What the fuck are you still doing here? This isn’t pornography. Nor is this a viral video, or even a humorous picture of a dog highfiving a cat. It’s wordography (well not so much graphs as it is words coming together to look like a a graph. For example, since I am already rambling along, … Continue reading
After about four months of exhausting over commas, pulling hairs over sentence structure, and deleting until satisfaction, it is finally over. All of it. I can go to sleep. I can rest. This – this – is the end. So I write, “the end.” Delete. I write again, “The end.” Delete. “The…” Delete. “End.” Delete. … Continue reading
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