January 2010
17 posts
Streetlights
The hum of the city fills the air.
It’s so quiet that it’s disturbing
but it’s too loud to sleep.
The only time you’ll live in an oxymoron.
Vibrations similar to my thoughts at this hour,
they mean absolutely nothing but they keep me wide awake.
It’s the only place that I’ve known in years.
It’s the only place that I fear I’ll ever know.
No matter how loud you play your music
or how loud...
Nightime Teasures
It’s 1:13 am—scratch that, it’s 1:14 and I’m on the 33 west headed home. Clearly, this is written in the past tense because it would be rather unsafe and quite stupid of me to drive and type. Anyway, I digress; the 33, homeward bound, 1:14—1:15 in the morning. Paul Simon is playing at a modest volume behind me talking to myself, about nothing in particular. “Diamonds on the Soles of Her ...
May I tell you a story?
It was 1993, and I was just a young man seeking to find some type of purpose in the world, so I decided to embark on what would be a three and a half month journey across the great Midwest of America. On the third week of sed expedition I met a man by the name of Theo, a typical blue collar American with an incredible wealth of trivial knowledge in the concentrated areas of; President’s ...
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Five Dollar Footlong
Sometimes we look at the beginning and the end, but always forget the middle.
We forget that the middle was the best part.
When you were free to smile, free to laugh at each other and free love.
It’s hard to remember the middle when they hurt you so much at the end.
You don’t order a sandwich for the bread alone, you order it for the contents.
Relationships aren’t about...
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negrodamous will i ever be kewl as you?
If you listen to Nickleback you definitely will be in no time.Nickleback and Creed, possibly Seether.
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“I guess your kind of truth is just the ghost of your lies!”
– Bright Eyes, ” It’s Cool We can Still be Friends”
Everyone enjoys a good ol' mystery
Today while I was in my Psych. 207 class—or Statistics of Psychology as some of you enthusiasts refer to it—I was texting my friend about some of her recent drawings and paintings. She was expressing her frustration about not being able to put onto paper what she exactly envisioned in her mind, and how she believed that all of her work was terrible because of that fact. I told her that I...
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Why don’t you believe you’re so much more than you think?
I don’t know, because I’m a lobster. Oh, and the things people have said to me. I’m quite sensitive.
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Guitar Riffs
Last night I spent about five hours on Facebook; from about 10 at night to 3 in the morning. At about 2:45 I realized that all the tiny shreds of interesting happenings that once made my life somewhat interesting to any onlooker, have slowly faded into spending five hours on a social networking site. The time that I used to spend out on late night adventures or drinking with friends, or a...
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Picture Perfect
I would like to be made into a piece of art.
I want to be a spectacle for the masses to view.
I want to be cryptic, like Bob Dylan or Conor Oberst.
If I was able to spill my mind out in a coherent manner onto this screen, you’d be appalled.
If I could project the framework of my mind to you, I’d win an Oscar.
In my mind I’m something awesome, but to all of you I’m just a screw up.
I’ve never...