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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
Every story has a hero. Somewhere. * Laying on a porch in Georgetown, Missouri, with a yellow wave of sun washing away the creeping morning dew, and Ms. Jerrysmith laggardly waking to an imprint of a memory in between the frame of a dusty bed and a broken picture, and overhearing the listless lament of … Continue reading
As it stands right now, distances are measured in mouse clicks, firewalls are neither on fire nor a wall, and a billion people sign onto a service every day that they do not quite understand. You have done this too, dear reader. In fact, you’re doing it right now. Here in this foreign world, you … Continue reading
There is no doubt that the English language is rich. Ooze, capitulate, drudgery, mellow … the list of marvelous words is long. But despite its unparalleled wealth, I do English injustice each time my pen trudges itself onto paper. Instead of bounding letters together with the weave of my ballpoint pen, instead of creating sentences … Continue reading
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