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I’m drunk. Maybe that’s not the best way to begin a post, and perhaps it is a forewarning of what is to come more than anything else, but there is no other way to say it. Apparently the first part of discovering one self is acceptance. So I’m accepting what I am and what I … Continue reading
If Santa is watching me, let it be known that I have been naughty. Instead of honesty, I have often lied. Instead of kindness, I have often begrudged. Instead of admiration, I have often run away from anyone who cares for me. But I do not write here in hopes of redemption. Nor do my … Continue reading
By far, the clean up is the dirtiest part. Before it, she doesn’t have to worry about how she looks, how they look, and how anything looks really. Things blur. A room disappears. Two become one. After, though, everything changes. A smile, a smear, crumbled hair; it all means something. Smiles, and there’s enjoyment. Smears, … Continue reading
First semester is over. Christmas is 29 days away. I am nearly three eighths done my university education. Where has the time gone? I remember when days used to matter. Every second was spent running up and down grassy hills and all I needed to build an airplane was my arms. Scabs licked my knee … Continue reading
If one looks at the world from space, they will be met with luscious green expanses, bubbling white clouds, and imperceptibly deep-blue waters. From above, the Earth would appear harmless, unassuming, almost as if nothing could go wrong. And yet. On October 31st, the seventh billion person was born. That person is Danica May Camacho. … Continue reading
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
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
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
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
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